Pity Party Averted

At times like this it is so easy to fall into a full-fledged pity party.
I got dumped (again).
My car is acting crazy.
Work is beyond explainable.
My stomach is killing me (stress? 5 cookies I ate for breakfast? who knows)

Then I slipped away from the office to go to South Coast Plaza.
I bought new make up.

As I was walking back to my car, it hit me. No, not my car. But my attitude. It needs adjusting.
I am healthy.
I have a job.
I got my hair done and it looks great (thanks Kim).
I can still fit in my size 4s.
There are possibilities.
There is hope.

I guess retail therapy does really help!

Song of the day: Bruises by Chairlift (guess who that's dedicated to??)