Hump Day Headspace: Even badasses bump their funny bone.
July 5, 2017
I think I've figured out while they call it a funny bone. Everyone hates bumping their funny bone. That thing is seriously sensitive, I don't care how tough you are. I don't care how big, strong, or impervious to pain you think you are, when you smack that thing on the counter you'll be biting back expletives while doubled over in pain just like the rest of us.
And that's hilariously humbling. Grown adults who have withstood the pain broken bones, or giving birth, or tattoo needles are reduced to child-like whimpering from a little bump. You know the universe gets a good laugh out it every time. Hence: the funny bone.
When I woke up yesterday morning, I did not feel like a badass. I mostly just felt bad. It's been a tough week for me and after blubbering myself to sleep while kicking the sheets around in frustration to the beat of "I'm.. just.. so.. tireed" and "It's... not... faiiir" (hey, we've all been there.. right?), I woke up with puffy eyes and a headache thinking about something I said to my significant other:
I said that weeks like these made me feel like a failure. I said I felt like a hypocrite. I said, in not so many words, that I did not feel Tallulahish.
But he said I was wrong.
And he was right.
Because even badasses bump their funny bones. No matter how tough we think we are, we're bound to bump that funny bone on something somewhere along the way and it's going to hurt. And that just makes us human. It doesn't make us failures or hypocrites and it certainly doesn't undo all the progress we've made.
So if you see me today, I'll be rubbing my metaphorical-elbow and looking like a badass. My guess it you probably look like one too.
Hump Day Headspace: A few words every Wednesday to get you over that little-but-big, big-but-little hump that comes mid-week. To shake up your headspace and to share mine.
*Is that allowed? Can you have favorite tattoos? Let's be honest, our parents are totally lying when they say they don't have favorite children. (Hi mom. Hi dad. I'm just kidding.)