I’ve always had this tendency to apologize for everything—even things that aren’t my fault, things that actually hurt me or were wrongs against me.
It’s become automatic, a compulsion I am constantly fighting. Even more disturbingly, I’ve discovered in conversations with my female friends that…
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.
I thought I’d heat up some soup for dinner tonight because hey ya’ll it’s going to be coldest night in history ever or at least weather dot com has led me to conclude as much.
Being the super fun, cheerful gal I am I proceeded to do a little jig in the kitchen while preparing my meal. Being the intelligent, independent woman I am, I reached down to pour my soup into a bowl and grabbed the metal spoon that I had left it in the pot. Dat scorching hot saber of misery.
Did I yell “fuck!” or “shit!” or “goddamnit” like one might expect in such a scenario? No, instead what slipped out of my lips was “OF COURSE”. OF COURSE IT’S HOT LAURA.
To top it off, we must have been blessed with new neighbors over the weekend because what had long been a view from my kitchen window of another window covered by a disgusting blanket was replaced with a man sitting at his computer staring out his window, watching what will surely become a beautiful memory of mine take place in real time.