Things People Say

This is what my old age is teaching me: People like to talk, but nobody really has a clue what they're talking about.
I've yet to meet someone who actually has things figured out.
I always imagined that some day I'd be a real person when I "got it."
Newsflash: NOBODY "GETS IT"
We're all just walking, talking messes with masses of emotions, desires, and passions, sprinkled with neurosis, "daddy issues," and varying degrees of expectations.
So you're smart? Great. What's the supposed to mean?
So you're attractive? Okay. Cool story, bro.
So you're in love, or have a perfect job, or love your house, or trained your puppy better than any obedience school? ...and?
I guess the best we can hope for is to get something. Just one little thing that is our thing, and then people will think we've got it figured out, and just about the time we start to think we've got that one thing figured out too -- BAM!

So, yeah. Letting go.
Enjoying the ride.
Gotta stop trying so hard at every little thing.

Do I suck with emotions? Yes.
Am I dumb about relationships? Yes.
Do I have some ego issues? Sure.
Are abandonment issues from childhood legit? Possibly.
Will I ever get the hang of spelling? Nope.

Here's the epiphany....

Those things are always going to be a part of me. I'm never going to reach zen. Ever.
I'm too high strung, too emotional, too much fun for all that.

So, there, Universe. Take that.

I refuse your challenge to be Ms. Perfectly Handles Breaks Ups and Make Ups, Always Forces Herself to Take the Highroad, Can't Relax Long Enough to Enjoy It.

I don't want to play that game. I don't like the high stakes.
Not enough profit margin to tempt me anymore.

Rather: Treat people well, with respect and caring. Be honest. Do your best. Enjoy your time. Taste food when you're eating it. Love your family and your friends and the person who randomly smiles at you on the street. Keep a half a tank of gas in your car when possible. Drink more milk.

These are the things that make up a life.
These are the things I choose to live.

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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