a moment of reflection when i don't have time to breathe let alone reflect
thank you no doubt for stopping me in my tracks and slapping me upside the face.
just moments ago i took a break from the ten-page research paper i have due on thursday and tried to forget about the test i have to do online before tomorrow and i began putting away some clean laundry. of course i'm doing this while still having a 2-mile-high pile of laundry in my hamper...and beside it. in the exact moment that i'm switching clothes from the washer to the dryer, i have this paper and test just hovering over my life...and not to mention the stress of the $112 gas bill we got in the mail today that i have no F*%@#$^$%@#$@#$# clue how we're going pay...i have no doubt blaring on our home stereo system...and what other song but...
"it's my life."
how convenient.
my frustration turned to empowerment and i realized...yes i need to clean the bathroom, put clean dishes away, finish laundry, start packing, buy cat litter, do my freakin paper, take my freakin test, work more hours to pay the gas bill, and somehow break it to my landlord/aunt that she is going to be out of $600/mo. because my inconsiderate third roommate decided to put herself before everyone else in the world (surprise surprise) so now nicki and i cannot afford to live there any longer and we have to live with...
my mother.
but it dawned on me...despite all this...with all this considered rather...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
i know all these things will get done, because i won't just not do them and then life will go on because...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
and when everyone says 'i told you so' and 'i knew you guys wouldn't make it' i'll just reply with...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
no matter if i life in a three-bedroom house, a four-bedroom house with my mother, or a one-bedroom apartment with nicki...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
and when i come back from england on january fifth with an engagement ring on my finger and i have everyone and their mom telling me i'm too young or it's too soon or i have no idea what i'm getting into or whatever other sorry ass excuse they try to give me in order to inhibit any ounce of happiness i might have...i'll just put a huge grin on my face and reply...
IT'S.MY.LIFE.
just moments ago i took a break from the ten-page research paper i have due on thursday and tried to forget about the test i have to do online before tomorrow and i began putting away some clean laundry. of course i'm doing this while still having a 2-mile-high pile of laundry in my hamper...and beside it. in the exact moment that i'm switching clothes from the washer to the dryer, i have this paper and test just hovering over my life...and not to mention the stress of the $112 gas bill we got in the mail today that i have no F*%@#$^$%@#$@#$# clue how we're going pay...i have no doubt blaring on our home stereo system...and what other song but...
"it's my life."
how convenient.
my frustration turned to empowerment and i realized...yes i need to clean the bathroom, put clean dishes away, finish laundry, start packing, buy cat litter, do my freakin paper, take my freakin test, work more hours to pay the gas bill, and somehow break it to my landlord/aunt that she is going to be out of $600/mo. because my inconsiderate third roommate decided to put herself before everyone else in the world (surprise surprise) so now nicki and i cannot afford to live there any longer and we have to live with...
my mother.
but it dawned on me...despite all this...with all this considered rather...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
i know all these things will get done, because i won't just not do them and then life will go on because...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
and when everyone says 'i told you so' and 'i knew you guys wouldn't make it' i'll just reply with...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
no matter if i life in a three-bedroom house, a four-bedroom house with my mother, or a one-bedroom apartment with nicki...IT'S.MY.LIFE.
and when i come back from england on january fifth with an engagement ring on my finger and i have everyone and their mom telling me i'm too young or it's too soon or i have no idea what i'm getting into or whatever other sorry ass excuse they try to give me in order to inhibit any ounce of happiness i might have...i'll just put a huge grin on my face and reply...
IT'S.MY.LIFE.