It’s Day 364 of the Pink Collar Savvy & Chic on Purpose Project, and I found myself crying over some spilled milk to get over it. Yesterday – Father’s Day – without my daddy is still sad after seventeen years. Thankfully, I’m able to take comfort in my Heavenly Father and the fact that He’s given me a husband my dad could have hand picked…Even so, I missed him terribly and went to bed without blogging last night. When I woke up this morning, I still felt out of sorts. Sensitive emotions around personal problems coupled with some unresolved professional business had me on a bit of a roller coaster. But what really threatened to plunge me downhill was the fact that I just picked up a new inhaler on Friday, used it that night, then again right before Zumba Saturday morning, only to lose it somewhere before class started. While in class I looked for in my handbag and gym bag. Afterward I checked the parking lot and my car. Once home I searched all over, even though I last had it in the car outside the gym. Today I called the Fitworks front desk and inquired if it had been turned in to the Lost and Found and made a trip to look for myself when informed it wasn’t there. Finally, I called the pharmacy and explained the situation only to be told insurance doesn’t cover replacement inhalers, and it would cost almost $500 to replace! Talk about a D – a barrier – disappointment! Hearing that news, I finally let the few tears that had threatened all day fall. Yeah, I know what they say about spilled milk, but in the instance,  I felt justified crying over it to get over it.

As a Pink Collar Savvy & Chic on Purpose life coach, I understand there is a time to keep our emotions under control. This is especially important for women in professional settings. Seldom does crying serve us well in those situations. That said, as a life coach, I’m also an advocate of expressing our emotions appropriately. I’ve never lost a brand new inhaler! I kept it together while speaking with the Fitworks receptionist and with the pharmacy technician. But when my  hopes of finding the preventative inhaler with only 4/120 inhalations used were dashed –  It wasn’t in my sweatshirt pocket either! – I finally let my frustration out. Not in tears but in a desperate Why God? cry. And you know what? Not keeping my hurt bottled up – pun intended – helped. By giving myself permission to express my jumble of emotions in a cry out to God, I experienced sweet release. The barrier still exists, but I minimized it and maximized my faith in the One who understands my disappointment with the loss. Don’t get me wrong – I still need to figure out if I’m simply going to live off of my rescue inhaler until next month or bite the bullet and replace the preventive one – but, in this case of spilled milk, crying over it – followed by a little prayer and a little Zumba – seemed like a natural part of getting over it!

How about you? How do you respond over spilled milk? Hope you’ll consider being Pink Collar Savvy & Chic on Purpose about giving yourself permission to cry over it to get over it, too.

Be savvy & chic,

~Pink Collar Coach