Like anyone, I occasionally fall into the self-pity trap.
And when we’re caught in that trap, it’s kind of embarrassing to ask for help. On top of whatever disappointing thing happened to cause the original negative emotions, now we’re stuck in a self-imposed pity party that we can’t pull out of.
That’s where I was this past week.
After a full day of wallowing, a simple question popped into my head: Is this worth it?
As a minimalist, I pride myself in pruning the non-essentials from my life to make room for what really matters. What is self-pity except emotional clutter we carry around that steals our time and displaces other things we care about?…