This weekend has been a weekend of Susie pity parties. I have cried a lot and felt sorry for myself on numerous occasions in the last 48 hours. "Woe is me" has been my mentality. Pity parties are absolutely ridiculous (and kind of funny when you look back on them) but I think we're always due to have one every once in a while. The irony is that there's nothing really wrong. The weather has been absolutely beautiful. I have amazing friends who support me. I have a job and though it's incredibly demanding it's also amazingly enriching and fulfilling. I live in a beautiful city and last weekend I went bike riding around the monuments. What's the fuss all about anyway?
I think it's important to be grateful. I try to be everyday, but you know what? Sometimes you need a pity party. If you haven't had one for a while, go ahead and cry and vent about what's not going right.
You have my permission.















































