Maybe it’s the 20-something in me, but does anyone else feel like they’re behind the eight ball of Life sometimes?
Christ, every time I get on Facebook or Instagram or read a blog it’s as if everyone is writing a book, becoming famous, starting their own business or having their third child while simultaneously wearing size 4 jeans and holding a VP title at a Fortune 500 company.
And I’m like, I…have a job? And my hobbies include drinking, Netflixing and taking pictures of my dog. Sometimes I workout in between eating subs and taking naps, and my most recent fitness success is not once farting during a yoga class.
I have dirty dishes in my sink, and sometimes I don’t completely close my underwear drawer. My toothpaste top is crusty and I still don’t know if there’s a way to wash my face without ending up with a sopping wet countertop as a result.
I have the best of intentions, but I’m forgetful as hell. My car is a mess and sometimes my socks don’t match. I’m weird and foul-mouthed and a recovering stressaholic.
I’m not a business owner. Or a famous writer. Or a muscle woman. Or super talented fill-in-the-blank-here. (And maybe you’re not either.)
But I love and trust first, and ask questions second. I have the fortunate problem of often laughing so hard that I pee a little. My heart is beyond full and I literally have everything I have ever wanted. (And maybe you do, too.)
Perspective. It’s a wonderful and terrible thing, friends. But you get to choose it.