It’s been one of those days since before it even began.
It probably really started with my hangover on Sunday, and it’s been snowballing into one of the worst moods I’ve been in since that time J told me he bought a truck after telling me he couldn’t afford to send money for his son.
Yep. It’s that bad and I don’t even really know why, but I’m OK with both of those things.
Bad moods happen. So do gigglefits and random bursts of hysterical laughter, hiccups and super-embarassing trip-over-your-own-feet moments. Imagine how boring life would be without them (and how few wrinkles and grey hair we’d all have). The realization that shit happens came to me a little bit later in life than I would have liked, and at 25 there are still a lot of things I need to learn but I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I wish I’d known sooner. For instance, you can wear brown and black at the same time among other (arguably more important) things like these:
Are there other things I wish I’d known a little earlier in life? Of course! I wish I’d known that my husband liked trucks more than he liked me, or that closure may never come to you when you’ve lost a loved one. I wish I’d known that my heart would break every day once I became a mother and that it’s OK to have no fucking idea what I’m doing with my life. It’s also OK to be 25 and make reference to “when I grow up” (and joke about never really doing so). I’m sure I’ll stumble across a lesson later today, or day after tomorrow and realize that I could have benefited from the knowledge on Monday afternoon or three years ago.
So is life.
It is knowing and not knowing at the exact same time.