I got some really bad news today. No one died or anything like that, but it was enough to ruin my day and maybe my holiday. I’m not going to write about it here; it would be a bad idea to write about it in any public way. It did get me thinking, though, that maybe it’s time to lean in to being a sad-sack.
I’m really the perfect candidate. I’m middle-aged and divorced without any prospects in sight. I haven’t been able to keep a full-time job in three years. Nothing ever just works out for me. My sad-sackishness is pretty obvious. Maybe it’s time I learn to embrace it. At least that’s how I feel right now. I should feel proud because my sad-sackitude is off the charts. I’m sure I’ll feel differently when I’ve had a chance to process everything. But, for now, let’s rev up the sad-sackery.
