Commitment. That creepy ugly word that either leaves us cheering or cringing. (In every sense… relationships, the gym, jobs, dinner)
for me, it’s a little of both. This past weekend I witnessed my real life role model since I was 4 get married to the man she’s been with for TEN years. Bring your eyes back to normal size.. yes, 10 years. Such a beautiful thing. And I truly mean beautiful. Breathtaking, tears as the music played, watching two people who are in real love and being reminded that it does exist in this crazy world. You see one of your best friends walk down the aisle in her dream gown and the chaos of the world just sort of silences for a minute. But just for a minute.. because as you’re walking out of the church your phone rings and you remember that the silence is temporary.
for the sake of not wanting to put anyone ‘on blast,’ I’ll refrain from delving too much into it. but it’s as simple as this… I eluded to this in my last two blogs and here I am reiterating. [Sidenote— I’m quoting myself. Does that constitute as some sort of philosophical accomplishment?]
"And for the love of all that is holy, don’t go throwing around the words babe, bae and baby like the paperboy on his morning route. It’s just not okay… If you lead people on because you’re bored, you’re a troll and that’s just wrong. Don’t be that person…At the end of the day, time is entirely too valuable to be wasted. Invest wisely… I fall to a level of guilt in not always sticking to my plans, but I am always, ALWAYS about my word. It’s such a daunting task nowadays to be honest and straightforward. People would much rather retweet something or subtweet someone with the hopes that they’ll ‘get the hint’ (Yes, that’s a thing. I don’t understand it either).”
Commitment is a scary thing. Monogamy just isn’t for everyone, as I’ve witnessed. If you don’t find the missing puzzle piece, you’re left searching for it until you’re complete (or letting it find you depending on your approach). It’s like the NBA Draft, patiently awaiting the moment you hear your name called as a ‘pick.’ Now unless you’re Zach Lavine, hearing your name is fun and fresh and exciting.
"Pick me, choose me:"
You should never be an option. Ever. There shouldn’t be a mock draft with fluctuating #1 picks and you shouldn’t be sitting around waiting to earn the top spot. People have feelings, you know? Today’s society is full of people who think they aren’t smart enough, pretty enough, funny enough and choose to settle for mediocrity in fear of being left behind or lonely. If you’re smart, pretty (or handsome, my manly readers) and funny, you are far from mediocre and deserve nothing but what you want and deserve. Too often I see men and women alike falling short and into this comfort zone that leaves them wondering about what else is out there. GO. Find. It. Because it isn’t going to find you.
"Risk is not just part of life. It is life. The place between your comfort zone and your dream is where life takes place. It’s the high-anxiety zone, but it’s also where you discover who you are."
No successful person can say they achieved anything without a little risk taking. If you choose to settle, that’s on you. Knowing you’re contributing to society shouldn’t come in deduction form on your paycheck. It comes from being able to call your friends exactly that day in and day out; being able to make someone laugh; being honest and truthful in all you do; stepping outside the box; reaching your potential; treating people with respect; being about your word; trying different restaurants; taking walks instead of driving; forgiving those who hurt you; loving those who love you; making someone’s day with phone call or a visit.
Hello, this shouldn’t be like 5th grade where your hand shoots up in the air when you know an answer, you’re waving it frantically and the teacher is playing games like she doesn’t see your hand. UGH. People play too much.
Don’t wait for anyone to pick you. Choose yourself, unselfishly and make it a point to be better and do better (seriously, DO BETTER). You can’t pick everyone who comes into your life, but you choose who you want to stay by being a decent human being and appreciating their value and worth. If you deem yourself unworthy, that’s how you’ll live— worthless.
And finally… To all that I love, thank you for picking me and choosing me for all that I am and all that I have. It isn’t always much, but you reassure me that just being ‘me’is enough.