We all know when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. But what about the rest of life’s scenarios? When life is sour, just add sugar? When life gives you sugar, don’t eat it all?
At the moment, I feel like I have an abundance of lemonade. In fact, I feel like lemons only come in life when were at the verge of being happy. I mean really, really happy. Somehow I can see this image of myself in a 50′s style kitchen – poofy dress, sunshine, and a totally awesome apron. My hair is in curls that I wish I knew how to do. I have the world’s most perfect, red-lipped smile and then my cabinets start to overflow with lemons. They are BURSTING at the seams with lemons until my perfect figured, hoop-skirted world is makeup smeared in tears and fallen curls. Bah humbug.
I was having so much fun in the kitchen of life. I had started to really get this dating myself gig down pat. The whole idea of learning to sit with myself was simple now. I could spend hours on the couch without the need to ADD-busy myself and I had even picked up a book for a few short pages before falling sound asleep. I had grown accustomed to my pink, fuzzy robe that Robinette had given me. I was starting to remind myself of Fenel’s Mom from Duck Tales. The couch was my friend. Forcing myself outside on the weekends was going to be a task, but then again it had been years since I had been such a homebody. I let it go, trying not to beat myself up too much at the idea of becoming a hermit. My next step was going to be self-image. I needed to get out of the house and get a haircut, get my eyebrows done, give myself a facial and start wearing half the clothes I forgot I ever had.
I stood in my closet and tried to remember where that half of my fashion world went. Starring… starring… starring… Since when did I become so BORING? At least I have a trusty supply of high heels that I never wear. Back to the couch. Back to work. I wasn’t quite to the level of feeling like I needed to impress myself. I don’t feel beautiful. I just feel like I have to get through the day still. I have to get through life and get things done. I have to get somewhere. I have to get… get… get… go getter. Ugh!
And now I’ve been had! Knowing I should have taken care of it myself, life just landed me the biggest lemon of them all. Uninsurable. I’m the most financially responsible young adult I know and I can’t shovel out the amount of money the world is asking me to be able to drive a car. Insurance of all kinds side-swiped me (pun intended) last night. $10,000+ for additional medical bills when I’m already paying a handful at small increments per month and now canceled car insurance. My GREATEST pride and joy is my car right now and I have to give it up. I thought to myself that I’d at least be ok because Mike was going to come home but my financial chaos all in one day was too much for him to handle on top of his own so he decided he wouldn’t come. He couldn’t add to it. So as far as I’m concerned, there’s no such thing as lemons right now. It’s just the same crap, different day scenario or…
When life gives you Kool-aid, don’t do it.
Filed under: Daily Life, Relationships, Self Healing
poor you sorry to hear its a bit, well, lemony.