My life looks nothing like what I imagined when I was young and did not know I had genes that would go on to F--- me up.
I always assumed I'd be married with kids, not living with my little sister (whom I never imagined I'd get along with).
I aso never thought I'd have to worry about sitting on my hand.
But there I was this afternoon, on my chaise, trying to make a fist and wondering if I had just broken my hand by sitting on it. (I didn't.)
Monday, September 24, 2012
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2 comments:
I know it totally sucks. We all dream of what we think our lives will look like. If it is any solace, even the people that we think have "perfect" lives often do not and there is a lot behind the curtain. I learned at 16 years old that my "white picket fence" theory of my life (married, kids, happy professional, athletic, travel all over) was not going to be reality. I'm not saying that you don't have a right to complain about circumstances, but to live fulfilling lives we have to focus on the positive parts of our reality and try hard not to be angry about the rest. Not an easy task and no one can understand unless you literally are in the shoes of the other person. I love you man!
sdt
I wasn't complaining -- just pointing out -- and I don't think you can't be angry. Just not so much that it ruins everything.
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