A letter to my followers
Sometimes, life is very sad. Like… there’s not much of a silver lining, but there’s not supposed to be at that moment. Things just get tough and you go through it. You come out however you happen to come out on the other end. Eventually, it becomes your past, something you’ve learned a lot from. Something that has changed you.
When I was little, the most tragic thing that happened to me was that I didn’t get the Easy Bake Oven I wanted for Christmas. Every Christmas. For years. My Mom just insisted that I could use the real oven. Why waste money on a piece of crap? She was totally right, but we always have to learn those things ourselves, don’t we? I baked constantly in the regular oven. I’m not a very practiced “from scratch” baker, but I can Betty Crocker the shit out of anything. Give me a box with some powder and directions and I’m on it. A true talent, I know. (Please hold your applause until the end).
But tragedy has a scope. Our first failed test, first broken heart, and our first rejection letter from a college… they don’t stand the test of time. They don’t hurt as time passes… maybe marginally or in a nostalgic sort of way, but the cuts aren’t deep enough. We learn better than to dwell…
I’m losing my Mom. It might even be happening very soon. Possibly this week, according to the people who are with her now. I’ll soon be joining them at home.
via fartwithheadphoneson
