Once upon a time, when I had bad music taste and a chip on my shoulder, Ashlee Simpson sang it when she belted out “better off.”
“and i’m always, always, always late
and my hair’s a mess even when it’s straight
but so what?
I’m better off every day…”
Sing it gal. Seriously, what ever happened to her? It seemed like she just popped out a baby and fell off the face of the Earth.
Anyhoot!
Friday, I wrote about how I quit my freelance gig. My first paid, strictly writing, freelance gig. I kind of regret it, especially with a financial crash and boom this past weekend, but in genergal, I’m happier. I woke up not feeling a knot of dread knowing I had a deadline looming – not that deadlines are bad or that I can’t stick to them because I can – just when you’re writing about material that you are CLUELESS about, deadlines become, well, dreadful.
There are so many things that I could say I was better off over. This freelance job, losing my job in March, not going back to The Ex in 2006, you know, things like that. Hindsight, they say, is 20/20 but I disagree, decisions are made and you’re probably better off regardless of the consequences. It just may take a while to realize that.
It seems as if, every time we, as 20 somethings, stumble or struggle in life, we look back on the “what if’s” looking for any decision that may have been wrong, or misguided that led us into our turmoil. As if finding an exact time or place where we misjudged the future could change everything and make it better.
Turmoil my friends, is only temporary. Any sort of turmoil – financial, social, relationship wise….it shall all pass.
For now, I’m going to take a day to clear my mind, get some work done this afternoon and go to yoga tonight to clear my mind fully and bask in the fact that I am happy. I might be broke, but I’m happy and that’s something money can’t buy.
