My first impulse upon being eliminated from Blogger Idol was instant acceptance. I had known it was coming. That’s what happens when you dedicate the majority of your emotional and intellectual energy elsewhere so late in the game. And I have no regrets, I was doing something I believed was important, and I think I may have actually helped someone in doing that. So I’m proud of myself.
My second impulse was to use the link a friend sent me, about a million times. That actually made me laugh my butt off.
Third, I blamed my husband. After all, his advice guided the post that eliminated me, and he has minced no words over the last several months about how much he dislikes this competition. On top of that, my elimination means he gets beard grooming supplies, and he’s always been very beard-proud.
That was when I found out I’d actually tied for the lowest score (or second highest, whichever), and I got angry. Or maybe hangry, who knows.
As soon as I realized I was going through my stages of grief backwards, I did what I always do to make myself feel better about life. I ate and pouted. Simultaneously.
First a bag of marshmallows. Yes, the whole bag.
Then I made a double batch of chocolate marzipan cookies.
Then I had a deep friend food fest at my favorite pizzeria. And a nice cup of hot tea.
And then I saw the Desolation of Smaug, ate a bunch of peanut m&ms, and drank a giant slurpee. But I was still bummed out.
So I curled up in my nice warm bed with my nice warm husband and ate more spinach and potato pizza and watched the Daily Show.
And then I realized what had been missing from my process… music.
And so I will bid adieu to Blogger Idol the same way I started… with a song.
So long, Blogger Idol. It’s been awesome.