Explode Your Life

There’s this really funny line in my favorite show at the moment, The Good Place, where Maya Rudolph is an all-knowing judge and she visits Earth for a short period of time and deems it unsalvageable.

Her words, not mine, are that she’d like to explode it and start over. (Sorry, spoilers.) Start over from amoebas and see where that takes us.

And today, it feels like a possibility. There’s just so much heartache and pain and if aliens came down right now to terminate the whole Earth, I wouldn’t even blink. I would just say, to everyone around me, “I told you so.” And then I would lie down and wait for the aliens to cull me.

So, in lieu of aliens, and violence of ANY kind, I’d like to encourage you to explode your life. Even just a little bit. Just decimate a part of your life and start over. May it be your self-doubt or toxic relationships, but it could be anything.

Just say to yourself, I’m done with this and imagine it is blown to smithereens. So, you can move on from someone or from a job or from an idea in your head. Just let it explode and sweep up the pieces. But don’t forget to start over. That’s the best part.

I wish you all the best in exploding your life. May you build bridges as fast you burn them.

Love,

Bailey

If You Haven’t Seen Me Lately…

…then you haven’t seen me.

That’s how you have to think about yourself. Constantly reinventing.

Okay, so you’re not Madonna. But you do have new challenges and new constraints to work with everyday. So, it’s important that you see yourself in a new way when you can. And more than that, you should be believing that you can do it.

It could be anything — new clothes, a new haircut, anything! Any time you can re-evaluate who you are and what your new limits can be then you can start fresh. You can fall in love with yourself for the first time or for the first time in awhile.

So, take opportunities to reinvent yourself seriously. It’ll affect how you see yourself and how others see you. After all, you never know who you can be until you try.

It Would Be A Beautiful Day Out if it Weren’t for the Wind

I wrote this poem the other day, on a windy day, naturally:

People often say,

“If it weren’t for the wind,

it would be a nice day.”

And I laugh because

this acknowledgement

and dismissal is so very perfunct. 

So, I reply, 

“Yes. And if it weren’t for life

we’d all be dead.”

Oh, to strike at the heart of something

with only half a heart.

The truth is we can no more call off the wind than the wind can dye itself blue. Why do we allow for such thoughts? We can’t change the circumstances or the situation, so why do we spend time wishing things were different? Why do we ask the wind to stop blowing so that we can have a nice day?

And certainly, it would be nice if some things were different. If humans could live in peace. If passion were a check payable to all of us. If chocolate cookies were not so tempting. But you don’t often hear someone say, Oh, if only they would destroy all of the chocolate chip cookie factories in the world, then I wouldn’t have to deal with this vice.

So, why do we do it? Why do we wish for circumstances to be different when we know (either consciously or subconsciously) that they will not change?

We wish for things to be different when we believe that we do not have the power to deal with our issues, when we haven’t prepared for them. (We forgot to bring the patio furniture inside and now all of the chairs have been blown into the neighbor’s yard, kind of thing.)

But that is (and never will be) completely true. We always have the tools to deal with our current situation. Because really, if you simply accepted something as an obstacle to overcome instead of an inconvenience to gripe about, you would figure out how to hurdle past it in the same amount of time you would take to complain about it. And you always have that choice.

The wind is not something to be wished away. And to be honest, it is not always something to be marveled at. (It’s blustery, intrusive, and fearsome.) But at worst, it is something to be accepted. This is the same attitude through which you must approach life, especially the days that are hard to swallow. Like wind, life can either be a breath of fresh air or a strong gust to blow up your skirt. You must decide how to view it.