Purple is the New Pink
This post has nothing to do with fashion, color, or accessories. The title was a bit of a twist on the whole life has unexpected turns thing--and just trust it. Fighting what fate has planned can only stress you to oblivion. At least that is my new theory. Want to join me on it?
I've come to find out, in my short time in adulthood, that life is never what it seems. Sure, we have fun times, party, have a wild night, but we always wake up the next morning to our face staring at us in the mirror. And that face tells the truth. The real truth.
You've gained too much weight. Those bags under your eyes are from weeks of not enough sleep. That red color you dyed your hair sorta looks silly when you wear that red sweater. Writing really isn't for sissies. Give The Husband a hug today, he really does need it (even though you need one too right now). You really do look awfully sick today. And sound sick too, the raspy voice is far from a sexy one. Those jeans? Atrocious now that they are home and on those wide(r) hips. Shirt? Too short. Don't forget to brush your teeth! Grab the hair gel, it needs it. And please, please get some make-up on.
The voice never ends. And that is just what it tells me in the morning. Forget the mumurs that I get just before falling asleep at night. Or during my days of multi-tasking at mommyhood, working, and wifey-hood. It's craziness I tell you. And that is when nothing out of the ordinary happens to put a corkscrew on life.
But, I've come to terms with this thingie we're calling life. It's here for us to journey through. Is that some epiphany? Hell no. It's a fact. It's all about my approach to all of it. I've had too much shit going on the last 3 months to think straight if I got caught in all of the little things. So the new approach? Let most of the stuff I can't control... slide.
Concentrate on that face in the mirror and try to make it feel better about itself. Be more proud about its accomplishments. And for God's Sake, start attempting to get enough sleep and look better. I mean, you can only do what you can do. And taking care of myself I can do. If I put my mind to it.
All that other crap that happens--possible lay-off from job, deaths, births, house-selling/buying, finding childcare--well, just roll with the punches. It always ends up working out in the long run. Or at least does to a point. Just keep your spirits high and you can't tell me karma won't work to your advantage. Because in my world, it does. It has to.
Today my outlook is purple (attempting a tie in to a completely ridiculous blog post title). It's cheery, fun, and definitely full of a little mystery. Which in my book means a bit of fun little surprises. Let's hope karma follows step and makes me like purple even more.
I've come to find out, in my short time in adulthood, that life is never what it seems. Sure, we have fun times, party, have a wild night, but we always wake up the next morning to our face staring at us in the mirror. And that face tells the truth. The real truth.
You've gained too much weight. Those bags under your eyes are from weeks of not enough sleep. That red color you dyed your hair sorta looks silly when you wear that red sweater. Writing really isn't for sissies. Give The Husband a hug today, he really does need it (even though you need one too right now). You really do look awfully sick today. And sound sick too, the raspy voice is far from a sexy one. Those jeans? Atrocious now that they are home and on those wide(r) hips. Shirt? Too short. Don't forget to brush your teeth! Grab the hair gel, it needs it. And please, please get some make-up on.
The voice never ends. And that is just what it tells me in the morning. Forget the mumurs that I get just before falling asleep at night. Or during my days of multi-tasking at mommyhood, working, and wifey-hood. It's craziness I tell you. And that is when nothing out of the ordinary happens to put a corkscrew on life.
But, I've come to terms with this thingie we're calling life. It's here for us to journey through. Is that some epiphany? Hell no. It's a fact. It's all about my approach to all of it. I've had too much shit going on the last 3 months to think straight if I got caught in all of the little things. So the new approach? Let most of the stuff I can't control... slide.
Concentrate on that face in the mirror and try to make it feel better about itself. Be more proud about its accomplishments. And for God's Sake, start attempting to get enough sleep and look better. I mean, you can only do what you can do. And taking care of myself I can do. If I put my mind to it.
All that other crap that happens--possible lay-off from job, deaths, births, house-selling/buying, finding childcare--well, just roll with the punches. It always ends up working out in the long run. Or at least does to a point. Just keep your spirits high and you can't tell me karma won't work to your advantage. Because in my world, it does. It has to.
Today my outlook is purple (attempting a tie in to a completely ridiculous blog post title). It's cheery, fun, and definitely full of a little mystery. Which in my book means a bit of fun little surprises. Let's hope karma follows step and makes me like purple even more.
