What Are You Going to Do?

Don’t you love when people pose this question to you? It usually comes right after some tragic/upsetting/heart wrenching/painful/shocking/devastating incident. Sure. Of course, my first reaction is to create a game plan. NOT!

First, I’m going to cry, shake my fist at the world and be miserable for a bit. I may even wallow. Then I’m going to figure out my options, evaluate them, and cry some more. Eventually, I’ll make my next move. And guess what? It might be wrong. But it will be my mistake. My choice.

You’d swear the nay-sayers smell blood in the air, the way they circle and feel the need to give you their take on things (without any request for it BTW). It always amazes me when someone who knows nothing about me, suddenly tells me what I need to do next.

Um, no thanks. I have my dreams, my ideas, my plans. And I’ll see them through. I don’t need anyone telling me what to do. I haven’t since I was a kid. And even then I always thought adults had perverse ideas of right and wrong. They always think it is acceptable to force people to do what they don’t want to do under the guise of politeness. Look if someone gives me the heebie jeebies, I’m not hugging them. If they smell funky, I am not going to sit beside them and endure it. Life is too damn short to make myself miserable by choice.

So what am I going to do? Whatever the hell I want to. Because my success and my failure are mine and mine alone. So here we go, one step at a time…

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2 Responses to What Are You Going to Do?

  1. berry says:

    I love it when people give advice to you. Their own life is so messed up. It makes you laugh. But it is frustrating. Know it alls. Your life, your choice, your mistakes to make. Enjoy the free time. Look at this as summer vacation. You deserve a break.
    So take one day at a time. Maybe take up wall painting. Not so much.

    So so

    • Seriously! If you’ve figured it all out, and you’re life is full of happiness by all means impart some wisdom. Otherwise, fix you then worry about me. I’m not much of a painter. 🙂

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