{"id":3499,"date":"2011-11-10T20:16:17","date_gmt":"2011-11-10T20:16:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mojitomother.com\/?p=3499"},"modified":"2013-08-27T07:42:02","modified_gmt":"2013-08-26T21:42:02","slug":"when-life-throws-you-curve-balls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mojitomother.com\/2011\/11\/when-life-throws-you-curve-balls\/","title":{"rendered":"When Life Throws You Curve Balls"},"content":{"rendered":"
Sometimes life just throws you curve balls.<\/strong><\/p>\n You think you know what you are doing, that the rainbows are brightly shining ahead, and you are moving mountains.<\/p>\n And then bam, from left field comes the ball that almost takes you out of the game.<\/p>\n You swing hard, but it’s too late.<\/p>\n The anger boils and you want to rant.<\/p>\n Rant at the companies that don’t get it.<\/p>\n Rant at\u00a0being\u00a0taking advantage of.<\/p>\n Rant at the lack of gratitude.<\/p>\n Rant at working your tail off for little reward.<\/p>\n Rant at being the positive, happy guy while you watch the arseholes get ahead.<\/p>\n Rant at the stupid DVD promising you you’ll lose five kilos a week if you sweat\u00a0profusely\u00a0only to have it fall from your face onto your butt.<\/p>\n Rant at the clutter, rant at the bills, rant at the crappy Daewoo you took as a sacrifice for your dreams.<\/p>\n Rant at the dream<\/strong>.<\/p>\n But what good does ranting do. It’s small and bitter and gets you nowhere<\/strong>.<\/p>\n That’s why you gotta GET IT \u00a0OUT.<\/strong><\/p>\n Your mind battles with the demons inside wanting to say,<\/p>\n “I told you so. Who did you think you are? You’re a fool for even thinking that you could do it.”<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n You read \u00a0a story to your precious daughter about the importance of loving yourself<\/strong>. You ask her what she loves about herself. She can’t answer. How fucked up is that? She’s four and can’t tell me.<\/p>\n Who taught her that?\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n I’ll tell you what I love about you.<\/p>\n I list all the things that make her special, her creativity, the way she makes up dances and songs that entertain me, her loving nature, how smart she is and how much she makes my heart sing<\/strong>.<\/p>\n And then I want to cry, and tell her I’m sorry.<\/strong><\/p>\nSTRIKE<\/h3>\n