My Life’s Perfect?!
It’s my birthday today; I’m smiling brightest for all the reasons I’m grateful and so my life’s perfect?!
So I wear red lipsticks, and the weather makes my skin pale, and my good friend suggests I need vitamin D3. I wear my skirt a little below my knee, and I’m in love with turtle necks on some days, and I’ve grown a habit of obsessing over my newest piercing. I did write some careless words that made good numbers on the book charts, walking like I count my steps, and I smile like I’ve never known how to break but is that it? My life’s perfect?!
I see snow, the type I watched my movie star crush Denzel Washington throw in the air in a movie I can’t remember. I’ve moved to green pastures, yea, looking outside my window with the most admirable view but is that it? Is my life perfect?
You finally get the job you’ve wanted, get the perfect relationship you’ve wanted for too long. Wearing white too often because your washing machine is no longer breaking on you, and yea, you’re sleeping in that Calvin Klein perfect nightwear but is that it? Is your life perfect now? I wouldn’t want the answer. I don’t know about mine either.
I can tell you for free that I’m writing this as I think about some chicken wings I want that’s not too good for my fitness plan. I just spent minutes that seemed like forever upset that someone drifted away, and I missed the rest that left; plus, I do not know anything after what I would have for dinner after the birthday food and cake. My life’s not perfect. Yours isn’t. We’re not perfect; the strong ones are those who master composure. The ones that keep smiling in the face of rejection and say, “I know I’m going to get it.”
Perfect, isn’t it. I wouldn’t get it. You wouldn’t get it.
So if tonight you cry over something, do it with pride; you’re human enough, and if some things hurt longer, allow yourself to feel it. We’re all broken one way or another. We’re all in need of saving or love or some deep yearning we can’t even whisper alone in the dark, some pain we don’t talk about.
After worrying over these things, pray, smile, cry, sleep and when you wake up, force a smile in the mirror and say it loud enough, “I’m going to be okay,” now, walk like you own it!
PS: I did spend a lot of time reading about what people would think about many things, and in the end, my stance remains the same. Whatever you do, be happy, be unapologetically happy. That’s the only thing you can control. Everyone would adjust but in the meantime, be happy.