I love productive days. They make me feel accomplished, even if the tasks are so miniscule, like going to the DMV to get a duplicate driver’s license (because my drunk ass lost it almost two months ago, and I have been using a passport to get into the bars) and taking my car through emissions. I might be the biggest procrastinator in the entire world, but, when it comes down to crunch time, I always get things done on time. It might not be the way someone else intended for it to be done, but it’s the ending result that should matter, right? I could be wrong. It’s been known to happen from time to time. Not often. Just sometimes. Rarely. If ever at all.
(Oh come on, I’m joking! I’m wrong a lot and will be the first to admit it!)
And now you’re smiling. #missionaccomplished. And if you aren’t smiling, well, go read someone else’s blog then. 😉
Sometimes I need to sit down appreciate the smaller things in life: Instead of complaining that I needed to take my car through emissions, I should just be happy that I HAVE a car to take through emissions. Instead of getting annoyed that I need to wait at the DMV to get a license and watch crazy people, I should be grateful that I have the freedom to drive and the gift of sight. Instead of grumbling about my job, I should be thankful I’m not unemployed.
My life isn’t perfect, nor would I want it to be. Every flaw has its purpose. And every obstacle that comes my way only makes me a stronger person: a person who might not know what she wants out of life, but she continuously gets a new perspective. “I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul” and no one can stand in my way. I’m the only one responsible for my own happiness. If I choose to go through life complaining and grumbling about everything that goes wrong, then it is my own damn fault if I am unhappy. I’ve got a hold on the reigns of my fate and I’m ready to steer myself into the right direction. Hopefully I won’t steer myself into some unknown oblivion. But if I do, I promise to ask for directions.