life's short. eat the hotdog.

i came across this post over at brilliant bonnie's (clearly, she has a smart hubs too), and i got to thinkin, it seems so obvious, yet most of us don't have this perspective on missing out, right? if you are too lazy to click the link, basically, her hubs was saying that there's really no such thing as missing out. everybody's got their path to walk based on choices and events that led them there ... so you are getting what you are supposed to experience - there is no "missing out". 

i couldn't agree more.

it's so easy to think that you've missed something. made a wrong turn. somebody else's job is better than yours. they have a better husband. a better wardrobe. a better social life. a better blah, blah, blah.
but, you are deceived, my friend. they might have some of these things, but not all of 'em.

problem is, when you venture out to see what's so good that everybody else "has", you tend to be blind to the blessings in your own life. and worse, you might have effed it all up by the time you realize it.

i've spent a good part of the last year being obsessed with having a baby.  obsessed with perfect blood sugars. obsessed with what may or may not cause things to go right or wrong in a pregnancy. or in even getting pregnant in the first place. i wouldn't drink too much caffeine at a time. or alcohol. i'd feel guilty about eatin' a damn hot dog, or deli meat, y'all.

i've also agonized about the lack of job that i have in a career path that i don't even like. i feel guilty for majoring in something i don't want to do. i look at girls my age in heels and suits doin' corporate america and that makes me want to jump off a cliff too. but they have nice clothes and plenty of money, right? ugh. still. not worth it.

i used to be afraid to hit publish because of the large variety of people who read this blog - family, church friends, former co-workers, current co-workers, creepers who used to be a part of our lives who aren't anymore. people who read it and roll their eyes at how lame i am. whoever.

eff all that. i'm letting go of these things. life's short. people might get it. they might not. it's my life and they'll get over it. and if they don't, oh well. as long as i'm not intentionally hurting others, i'ma do me. and it feels good. you should try it if you haven't already. i admire older people who have no filter. they just say it. i think, 'hell, why wait? let's get this party started now.'

i have an amazing husband. i laugh every single day in my marriage. i know my husband would do anything for me. i am pretty healthy overall. i know with certainty that Jesus has my back. some parts of this life will never, ever make sense. and, that's okay.

i am learning to accept that. i try not to be around people who get on my very last nerve any more than i can help it. again, life's too short, and you can't fix people.

life's life. it's gonna be good, bad, frustrating, inspiring, breath-taking, maddening, and ironic among a million other things. but you only get one. live it. but do what's right. follow the golden rule. don't chase after people who don't chase after you. don't mistakenly think that everybody else has got all their shit together. i promise they don't. we all got somethin. it's a guarantee.

so live it up.
eat the hotdog.
paint your walls some obnoxious color. it's your house.
wear what you want.
if it makes you feel better, then cry about it - even if it doesn't make one ounce of sense.
do something good for your body and your mind.
clean the shit out of your house every now and then. this urge strikes me rarely, but man i feel good when it's finished.
be glad that your life turned out the way it did.
i know i can look back at some shit that i thought seemed like a good idea, and i laugh at how crazy that shit was. glad God's got it together because i obviously don't. 
make no apologies unless you've done something wrong.

remember:
" 90% of the stuff you worry over, ain't gone happen anyway ... the other 10%, you can't change ... so, there ain't no point in worryin' about none of it "
~uncle herman

happy tuesday, 'lumps.