“How you think when you lose determines how long it will be until you win.” — G.K. Chesterton.
I don’t know what I’m about to write about. I’m sitting here in the bottom bunk, taking shots of pink lemonade and eating apple cinnamon cheereos by the cup. Without milk. You heard me.
I spent 18 years with a plan. I’d finish amazing grades, go to college, get a job, be awesome at that job, be awesome at life. Then — surprise, surprise! Life happened. That wasn’t something I expected. I expected a lot… but I never expected life to happen. And by “life”, I mean mistakes and changes, some good some bad. Yet changes happened anyway, and no, it isn’t fair. No high school happy ending, no college, no husband by the age of 21, no Long Island cottage, no fancy letters at the end of my name. It’s easy to see all that I missed — but that’s where I’m wrong. I missed what I wasn’t made for. My plans aren’t always God’s. Now I’m starting to see the things I am made for. I’m no world renowned makeup artist. I’m a little dot in the state of Virginia with a passion for makeup and fashion and a small saving’s account. On the kitchen table there’s a big ass GED (general education diploma) study book, gel pens, quad paper, and a pile of Billy Joel’s greatest hits (study music at it’s finest). On a daily basis I wield an assortment of artists’ brushes, spatulas, vacuum cleaners, fedoras, and the various puzzle pieces of fashion I like to play with. I have babysitting powers and a knack for applying foundation. I get paid a little, I study hard, and, to be quite honest — once I look past the fear and shaky hands — I’m actually happy. This is who I am. I don’t have to save the world the way other’s are meant to. I’ll do it with the odd jobs God has given me. I can aim to bring a smile to the girl who puts lipstick on for the first time, or a bride, when she looks in the mirror and see’s the glow in her face, or the old woman who sees her wrinkles embraced. God makes many different “hero’s”. Mothers. Fathers. Makeup artists. Bands. Photographers. Designers. Doctors. Athletes. Priests. Siblings. The list goes on.
So be happy. God gives us tools. It took me 20 years to stop moping and to pick up the tools, to trust Him, to be content with HIM. So when I say “be happy”, I mean be happy with Him. We don’t have to be traditionally successful to be good… Even great. The world lies when it tells us otherwise.
“Every earthly ideal is lost by being possessed.” — Fulton Sheen.
Well, I didn’t know what I was going to write about. It’s midnight. I’m still sitting here on the bottom of this bunk bed, taking shots of my pink lemonade and eating apple cinnamon cheereos by the cup… Yes…Without milk.
It’s like college life.
Though I guess I wouldn’t know.
And I’m okay with that.
"If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans." — Woody Allen