That Gray Area

For reasons I will never be able to articulate, I seem to swing violently between being 100% confident in my life and my choices and the direction I’m going- to the other extreme, 100% puddle on the kitchen floor, all emo with mascara stains on my cheeks feeling like I have yet to make a right choice and my life is doomed for failure before I hit thirtyone. There’s no in between, no grey area, no room to stretch-to accept that some choices might have been successes while others were failures.

I paint everything with the same brush: it’s either amazingly great and I’m bound to lead an astounding life with Andy Garcia as my boyfriend or I’m bound for failure and my best hope is to stake out which dumpster I’m going to live behind and hope that alley cats will not consume my entire body in greedy gulps when I die and leave no evidence of my time on Earth.

Which is why when I saw this quote I felt compelled to share it. It reminds me that my life has a ridiculous amount of good in it- I have amazing friends and family and handbags. I have a teaching degree, all my limbs intact and an encyclopedic like knowledge on all things General Hospital. There are roughly eleventy gazillion things I can’t quite figure out; why I can’t remember where I put my phone, the reason I seem to be a people pleaser, what the hell is happening on Lost… but there’s good too.

MY LIFE HAS A SUPERB CAST

I JUST CAN'T FIGURE OUT THE PLOT