We all have those days I'm sure when we feel defeated by life, and today is one of those for me. When I am having a bad day I go through this cycle of self-pity and then guilt because surely I have no right to the self- pity, and yes realy do try to count my blessings, because I know I am blessed. I know too there are those who have troubles that make mine pale into insignificance. Without being facetious I truly wonder at and admire those people who like staunch troupers take all the really sour lemons that life throws at them and make the most wonderful lemonade out of it.... Now perhaps if I were to think in terms of life throwing hops at me, or sour mash......... hmmm.... No tonight I am having one of those days (actually one of those lifetimes) where I am just overwhelmed by my life and my circumstances, I think that Winston Churchill and I have a pet in common at the moment the "black dog". I choose to wallow tonight, I choose to have a huge big "pity-party" , as the words of the song go "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to." Self indulgent or not I don't want to be chivvied out of my doldrums, in fact I think that if any cheerfull "life's full of rainbows and sunshine" person crossed my path right now, I would put my foot out and trip them up. Sooooooooo am going to go off and do my wallowing and comiserate with myself. And...... when it's over I'll put on my outside happy face again , throw my bag of woes over my shoulder and press on regardless, cos that's what we do in life hmmm?