I finally gave up the fight I have to put up inside myself to be included in plans that were never planned around my attendance.
They won't be the roommates or the best friends or the lunch dates to weather the years with,
so I'm done buying new eggs to put in a broken basket.
It's bottomless, really, the list of things I've started to notice decaying.
The alarm clock ringtone came in the form of a car ride and a snapchat and a wake up call about choices versus intentions. The mess of shells and whites at my feet weren't going to be worth spreading on all my newest shoes just so I can show BYU I had some sort of friendship in high school.
As soon as the need for a picture of every possible interaction was buried, my wasted moments flew out the door. Living the fireworks of 4th of July will always be better than a picture of them. So why lose a second of excitement to get your 'perfect angle?'
The skyscraper list of things I've not let myself try alone is shrinking at an alarmingly beautiful rate and the ease of my being has bought out the property. If I could go back to the first Easter where they told me to collect as much candy as I could find, I'd tell myself to forget about the competition and enjoy the chocolate.
Just enjoy the chocolate.
Uh. UUUHHHH. Hey I liked this a lot so keep on keepin on
ReplyDeleteHonestly why waste a second? I never understood the picture takers.
ReplyDeleteOoooh! I'm in love!! Great egg metaphor!!!!
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ReplyDelete"As soon as the need for a picture of every possible interaction was buried, my wasted moments flew out the door. Living the fireworks of 4th of July will always be better than a picture of them. So why lose a second of excitement to get your 'perfect angle?'"
ReplyDeletemy thoughts exactly recently.