I’m trying this new thing. It’s very revolutionary; I don’t know if you’ve heard of it.
It’s called living in the present. Have you tried it? It’s WILD!
But lord, it is WORK. Hard work. Good hard work, but still. When I’m not living in the past, I’m fretting about the future. This whole present thing does not come naturally to me. At all.
It requires a boatload of motivation, which–at the moment–I have*. We’ll see if it’s enough.
Anyway, I have this very wise friend. And she keeps telling me the same thing, over and over.
She says: Lower your expectations, but not your standards.
In response, I have asked–each and every time–HOW DO I DO THAT?? Because it sounds like good advice, but I’m just not sure how one goes about maintaining standards without having expectations. I’m guessing it has something to do with this whole present-living thing, though.
So it turns out that if you can master that whole thing, you can enjoy falling. Rather than freaking out about what comes next or just feeling terrified, you can just throw your head back and whoop and holler and have the ride of your life. The falling parts… they don’t last very long. What a waste it would be to spend those fleeting moments anticipating the ground coming up and going *SMACK*, right?
Also, I have girl scout cookies. So, you know, if I can’t master this whole other thing, at least I’ll have thin mints at the ready.
*Motivation can come in many forms. At the moment, for me, it’s taking the form of someone tall, dark and handsome. Please don’t be distracted by the cartoon bluebirds circling my head. You won’t even notice them after a while.