Figuring Out this Whole “Life” Thing

Life’s Lessons that I believe completely but, in many cases, follow rarely.

  1. You will only realize retrospectively, how beautiful, thin, and talented you really were.
  2. Adults are just kids in big bodies.
  3. No one really knows what they’re doing.
  4. Not even the cutest heel trumps your inability to walk in them. Learn to strut in your house before going prime time (or wear flats).
  5. Celebrate everything, and help others celebrate.
  6. Say “yes” more
  7. If possible, always try to do it yourself first. There is much to learn; be an asset.
  8. Flirt. Or if you’re like me, pretend you’re a siren. Consider letting them live in the end.
  9. Read more.
  10. Don’t lower your expectations. What kind of bullshit is that. Get disappointed, and then decide to say fuck those people.
  11. Allow yourself to be vulnerable. Stop pretending you don’t give a fuck. You give a fucking fuck, you fuck.
  12. Stop prioritizing those who should only be an option.
  13. Ask for what you want directly; see what happens. Worst case you’re exactly where you are.
  14. Make it a priority to show those you love that they matter to you. Buy them those “just because” things. Show up, every time.
  15. Stop telling people what you’re planning on doing and then getting disappointed. If you want to start working out, do it now and consistently, but don’t announce it. Announcing it will become your failure.
  16. Contrary to social media, we’re all a little lonely and we all like validation. If making duck lips makes you feel beautiful: Quack Quack motherfucker
  17. You get to make your own rules for your life and they don’t have to make sense to anyone but you.
  18. You don’t need motivation, so stop looking for it. Create habits that are irrelevant to your moods.
  19. Sometimes you need to use your brain to manipulate the fuck out of your inner voice. Learn the art of winning those inner battles, even if you have to fight a little dirty.
  20. Everyone has walls. Everyone has been wounded; you’re not special in this way. Learn how to reconnect anyways.

Around the house

My daughter’s best friend is a tomato, but coming in at a close second, is the Pink Lady. My daughter suffers from a compulsive apple addiction. Each time I think that I have moved the fruit bowl far enough from her grasp, she manages to find one more. Of course, she never finishes one and then moves on to the next in some sort of common sense, sequential order. Most often she will take a few bites from one, set it down, and go find another, only to eventually have both in her hands, alternating each mouthful. If somehow I am able to keep her apple to mouth ratio stable at 1:1, she will eat that apple until what remains resembles a small grape, and then throw it away and pick up another on her way back.

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