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It Only Hurts If You Let It

I was talking (bitching) to my wicked smart Mom the other day.

All up on my high horse, pointing out the less-than-perfect behavior of another.

And she replied, “why let it bother you?”

I’ll admit, at first, I found her response extremely annoying.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Well screw you too!”

But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized she was right.

It’s easy to focus on what’s going wrong, how someone else isn’t doing the right thing, but ultimately you are the one who allows outside forces to effect your inner peace.

inner peace

This is NOT a free pass for bad behavior.

“Don’t be a dick” is a code I think everyone should follow.

But there will always be assholes walking the earth.

And you will more than likely have to interact with them on a regular basis.

You have choices in these situations.

life is all about choices

You can allow them to bring you down to their level and return that asshole behavior tit for tat.

While this may feel really good at the time, if you’re anything like me you will then spend the next week chastising yourself for allowing said asshole to elicit such a response from you. (You really are better than that!)

You can say/do nothing.

Take the high road and let your resentment fester and grow by continuously turning that nugget of assholery over and over in your head while complaining about said assholery to friends and family. (This will certainly give you agada. That’s indigestion for all you non-Italians.)

Or

You can accept the fact that sometimes people suck.

It’s not your job to make them suck less.

It’s not your job to point out their massive amount of suckiness (suckitude?).

All you can do is take a deep breathe, accept it, and move on.

acceptance

Because really – ain’t nobody got time for that!

And for all you know, someone did piss in their Cheerios and it’s not personal.

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Good Enough

As much as I am head over heels in love with my new job, it takes up far more of my time than anticipated.

Lately, I feel as though I’ve been phoning in certain areas of my life in order to accommodate all that I would like to accomplish.

Sadly, one of the victims of my time crunch is Adventures in Adulthood.

Instead of having the time to fully form my thoughts and craft witty, clever posts, I’ve been slacking – just a bit.

slacking off

It doesn’t help that it’s summertime and there are a thousand things I would rather do on a sunny afternoon than sit inside banging away on my laptop.

When I was bartending I could work on the blog during slow weeknights.

Which gave me time to revise and edit until I found the perfect wording for what I was trying to say.

Now 300 or so coherent words on a relevant topic and that’s good enough.

At first I was disappointed in myself for not having prepared better.

feels bad man

But the accelerated pace at which I must now write and post has actually helped.

Being a Type A Perfectionist, I have never enjoyed the quote:

voltaire quote

But, it has become quite accurate for my circumstances.

I’ve come to the understanding that if I want to continue with my blogging adventure (and I very much do) I will need to do more with less.

It has made me far more focused, as I don’t have the time to just write and see where it takes me.

Which has made me think about the other aspects of my life that could benefit from a little less over-thinking.

overthinking

Yes, I know thinking about over-thinking is over-thinking.

It’s my Achilles heel 😦

I blame the Girl Scouts for teaching us to always be prepared.

But, I’m working on it.

And that will just have to be good enough.

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Lay Off! I’m Starving!!

I generally try to eat healthy and exercise regularly.

Not just for appearances sake, but so I can live a long and healthy life.

Though sometimes it’s all about appearances.

This usually starts around April/May, depending how long Old Man Winter hangs around New England.

 It’s the time of year most of us drag our pale, lumpy asses to the gym.

You also start choosing salads over burgers and carbs become a dirty word.

This is also the time of year most women become just a teensy bit sensitive.

LAY OFF!!

We’re starving!

That’s right folks!

It’s swimsuit season.

As most of you ladies know – it SUCKS!!

GIANT, HAIRY MONKEY BALLS!!

Kind of like these but bigger and hairier

Kind of like these but bigger and hairier!

Trying on bathing suits should come with complimentary Xanax.

No matter what size, shape, or color you come in, it’s a traumatic experience.

You peruse the racks, find some cute suits, take them back to the dressing room, put on the bottoms, (ignoring how unsanitary this is even with your underwear on), look in the mirror, and burst into tears.

cathy trying on bathing suit

ACK!!

You then try to take off the offending garment while shielding your pale, lumpy ass from what is clearly one of those fun house distortion mirrors, lose your balance, fall over, and cause such a ruckus that the sales clerk comes back to check on you.

The only way this scenario gets more embarrassing, is if you happen to be in a dressing room with that flimsy curtain some sadist decided was a door.

Kind of like this but more awkward and half-naked.

Kind of like this but more awkward and half-naked.

If you should try to by-pass this horrific experience by shopping online, you’re just setting yourself up for deep, soul-crushing disappointment.

When the suit that was supposed to “smooth problem areas!” and offer “full coverage bottoms” arrives, it will do absolutely NONE of those things, and you will most certainly NOT look like the “real woman” model from the website.

Seriously?!? Can celebrities and models start looking like "real" people again?!?

Seriously?!? Can celebrities and models start looking like “real” people again?!?

In fact, the sight of your pale, lumpy ass hanging out of those “full coverage bottoms” will be enough to send you diving under the covers to hide your hideous body from the world until the temperature drops low enough to wear a full-body sweatsuit.

It’s really an exhausting experience.

Ain’t nobody got time for that!

So this year, I’m thinking we just skip all that nonsense.

As long as all your bits are covered, I say put on your suit, go to the beach, and flaunt what your momma gave you!

What do you think ladies??

human shaped

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