Once in a while, when you think you have everything all figured out, life throws you a major curve ball. This never happens when you are prepared for it, never when you have your game face on. The curve ball that I am talking about happens when you least expect it.
During these trials of life you realize so much about your personal world. Your personal bubble that you thought you knew backwards and forwards suddenly becomes a brand new land to explore. The once thought “perfect” reality wasn’t really real at all, and it was far from “perfect”. You were blinded by the shiny surface of a fountain filled with just enough beauty to trick you.
You realize that you settled. You settled for something less than you deserve and in turn you received even less than what you settled for to begin with. You gave up your dreams and aspirations out of desperation to hold onto the unhappiness cleverly draped in superficiality.
The beauty of life is that you always get a second chance. A new beginning can start this very moment. Good things fall apart so that better things can come together. Take control of your life, don’t let life control you. Life may have thrown me a nasty curveball…but I just knocked one out of the park. Me-1, Life-0.
Jerry's Biggest Fan.
I was in a crowded book store a few days ago waiting in line to pay for my merchandise. While patiently waiting I noticed someone invading my personal bubble of air space. I turned around to see a woman who was obviously in a hurry to get past me and obviously couldn't come up with the words “excuse me”. This woman (and I use that term loosely) had long two-tone frizzy hair, a flannel shirt and smelled of patchouli oil and camel lights. I would guess her to be in her early 60’s…and by the looks of her she loved the 1960’s! I think she was going on a trip, but she didn’t have any bags if your picking up what I am laying down.
Me: “Oh goodness, do you need to get past me?”
Hippy Lady: “I was just looking on your back to see if you had a “slow moving vehicle” sign on it.”
Me: Speechless. (Which Never happens!)
Needless to say, I didn’t have my usual sarcastic smart mouthed response.
If I would have been on my A game, the following is what might have been said.
Yes, you better hurry! Someone just stole your VW bus.
Hurry! A new AARP just hit the shelves!
Quick! Jerry Garcia is outside signing autographs.
Wow, you move quickly without a walker!
Yes! Please hurry past, you smell like roach weed that’s older than me!
Lady, there is no need to hurry. Woodstock was over years ago.
Do you know you’re in a Book store right? Like ones you Read?
Sorry, but I don’t think the sell Zig-Zag papers here.
Did someone hide your kindess under your soap again?
If I ever see her again…I am pretty sure she won’t remember a thing.
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