Do you know what real irony is?
When you grow up as a budding theater major, who had little to no problem getting up in front of her closest peers and reciting Shakespeare, and winning competitions, no less…
And then having to get up in front of a small group of people to give a work presentation and basically going out wicked witch of the west style into a melted puddle of embarrassment…
What is the deal? Where do I get my adult card punched so that I can get up in front of people and speak? Why is it so different from making a PowerPoint to baring my soul through literature?
I wish this was easier and I didn’t care so much. But if I didn’t care, what would be the point at all?
My definition of irony is acting apathetic when it actually means the world to you. So don’t be afraid to go down swinging. Just giving it everything you have will yield your best results, even if you could care less.
I showed up to my train station this morning only to find out that there were no trains scheduled to run due to a power outage.
And from that moment on, today has been a day of cancellations. Cancelled meetings, cancelled lunches, cancelled cancels.
And so, because today is a Monday, I’m just going to go ahead and say today is cancelled.
Which, as an adult with a full time list of responsibilities, cancelling can mean that one day can do you a world of good. Just unload your plate so you can push yourself away from the table sometimes. Take a deep breath and smell the roses.
So today is cancelled. We’ll try again tomorrow.
My old car was a barrel of monkeys. (If those monkeys all had knives and were trying to all get out of the barrel.)
It had its problems. What my dad likes to call “gremlins”. Some of the electrical stuff in my car decided to work when it felt like it. But most often, my driver side window refused to roll down.
After not being able to put on my seatbelt correctly, I bought a new car. And it has been working great. Except recently. When the driver side window decided to stop working. (Did you guess that?)
So my question is: is this a coincidence? I mean what are the odds? (I don’t know because I’m math challenged).
But it seems to me that calling it a mere coincidence takes the fun out of it. So I’m calling it a rare mistake of fate.
In life, there are reasons for things. But in your own life, there isn’t always. Don’t trouble yourself with finding meaning. Some things were just meant to be (or meant not to work.)
Like anyone who has lived enough years, I’ve lost a loved one. And on the day of their death, I try to reminisce and think about when they were alive. Reflect on their life. Remember who they were.
Which is a very sad event indeed, and it usually leaves me crying by the end. I miss them, and it’s so hard to be here without them.
But what we should always remember is that you are a reflection of the people you love. You are just a mirror image of the people that you call friends because your likeness recognizes likeness in them. And so, if you’re missing a loved one, simply be the mirror to their life. Live as if you lived for them. Reflect and be reflected. And you will live and walk in their light.
-dedicated to Neil Venitsky. Thank you for believing in your dream so that I could believe in mine.
I’m so sorry.
My resolution was to take things slowly. To not rush every day. To enjoy singular moments.
But then I stopped blogging altogether. I was caught in a cycle of wake up and go to bed without really noticing the day. And I felt awful. In the end, I went so slow that I stopped.
So as Confucius say, “it doesn’t matter how slowly you go, as long as you don’t stop.”
I’m sorry I’m stopped, but I’m back now. I’m now excited for each new day from the perspective of this blog.
Won’t you join me again? Won’t you be my reader?
Whether or not you actually believe in them, I think it is still worthy to write down things that you want to do this year. Even if you abandon them by February, at least you have a goal.
1. Write more
2. Lose weight
3. Learn a language
4. Be more assertive
5. Be more grateful
What are yours?