It's Not Perfect But It's Not Meant To Be

The time has come to let you in on a little secret of mine.  No matter how much I write, talk or hope you can read my body language as I feel like my brain is going to explode from trying to send telepathic waves your way—I, Lindsay S. Duff, am undeniably human.  I know, I know.. It is a bit hard to believe with my superior mothering skills, my ability to kick ass at trivia, my quick and fabulously funny wit and my sensible, yet super comfortable wardrobe selection (seriously have not left my robe all day and it has been AWESOME).  But I am no more a God then the 9 gazillion other people that I share this great wide world with.

Being a mere, yet outstanding mortal, I realize one thing and one thing only.  My life is only as beautiful as the outlook I choose to have.  Some people think I am crazy for the situations I laugh at, but I've already made the choice to be happy. There is no reason to let a little or a large life event that has or may happen change that.. I choose to smile through it and see the good in it all. When you honestly realize that you can choose to feel any way you want, you can actually laugh at why it took you so long to choose happiness. I have an amazing gift that was meant to be shared.  That gift is called life and I am worthy of living it to the fullest.

My title as Captain Self Destructo has been released.  I would say passed on, but why in the world would I pass that on to someone else?  I know I, and the rest of the human race, deserve better.  Now that I can look at situations and realize that I am perfectly flawed and a highly unique individual, (just like everyone else of course) I have decided that it was time to put on a new cape.  I am now Lt. Sergent Perfecto—properly said in a deep voice and preferably with an echo-- and even though I am not now, nor will I ever be perfect, I can be the next best thing.  I can be a person who is not only happy but proud of all my choices, whether or not others agree with them.  They are my mistakes to make and my choice to correct them.. But every step, every blunder, every giggle, every smile, everything I do is intentional and I am responsible for it.  I am responsible for my happiness or my sorrow—So why not choose happiness?

 

Instead of lying on the floor, kicking and screaming like I did in the past, I realized I put myself through unnecessary bullshit and I was ready to clean up the mess. I asked for lots of help, seeking the “perfect” answer but I really found myself asking everyone else what I already knew.  I was seeking advice because I didn’t want to hear my own. It was that I didn’t have to fit into a perfect little box.. My wrapping could be crinkled a little but what is inside was worth more than gold.  I now look at all the beauty and amazing things this world has to offer—and I realize I am part of that world.  It wouldn’t be the same without me.