And get some sun and rest because you are basically a house plant with more emotions. Ok, so you are not in a root bound dirt pot and you can move. While you are at it get some exercise too.
Life is hard. Being an adult is difficult and by far the dumbest thing I have ever done. I just thought I knew what the hell I was doing when I grew up and left home. What was I thinking? What part of I can do what I want and I don’t have to listen to you is better than a roof and love and all the other comforts of home that my parents provided? Love ya mom, see you soon. Door slams in defiance. When was the last time you saw your mother? I wanted more in life than the every day in and out. I wanted thrills and stay up as late as I want. so, I did that….boy was I wrong. I want security and peace now, please. Where is my blankie?
I have a J.O.B. and I write full time. Amazing. I make money, not Rockefeller cash, but I get by. I am polite, most of the time. Except for that one time, that girl blew her horn at me for not driving through the intersection fast enough to suit her when the light changed to green from red. I was not polite then at all, but I digress. What is a “wing-dick” anyway?
By all of societies standards, I am a productive member doing all the right things. I am not killing it. Yea yea, tip your waitress on your way out.
I want somewhere between teenage rebellion and mid-life crises. I want the children in my life that I am responsible for to be exposed to the freedom that being happy brings. So you want blue hair? Let’s do that! Do you want to paint like Picasso? Let’s do that! You want to sing on stage and dance the merengue? OK, I am in!
Life is to be lived. You are not to come to the end of it and say “whew I survived. Where is my halo and wings? Can I have that harp in platinum?” Just existing? You might as well be dead.
Let us live. Let us be happy. Let us love.
Love, ah, love, the most important part of life. Are you loving your neighbor as yourself or are you being selfish?
Say it with me, “I will live. I will love and I WILL be happy. I will not let anyone tell me what that looks like or that my happy is wrong. I will not listen to critics that say how I choose to live and love is not as good as their way.”
So, pack up your daisies, dump out the potting spoil and let’s go!
Thank you for your time. You can see more of my writing here.