Okay, new rule: sadness is just happiness in its infancy.
I feel really grumpy tonight. I’m pouting, scowling, slouching, and making one killer grimace. I feel really angry about a lot of stuff. It feels like such a waste of time but I’m going to make it acceptable by believing it’s going turning into something better.
Yes, the time has come to make my own rules. Rules to live by, because living by other’s expectations and high standards and freaking resumes of qualifications are complete bullshit. I am done explaining myself to other people. I’m just going to be me and expect it to work out because I’m living my life and no one else’s.
And all this grouchy crap from the past few months, or the past fifteen years, or my whole goddamn life, it means something. It hasn’t been a waste of time. And all this nonsense time I feel like I’m pouring down the drain, trying to rebuild the productivity I had before all my stuff was stolen from my apartment, it isn’t a waste of time either.
I’m rebuilding my sandcastle to be stronger than before. It’s going to have higher walls and better security, but it’s going to have more windows and doors so I can have friends over and a breeze blowing through the room to dry the tears from my face.
All this sadness has just been happiness in the making. All along, every single moment of it. All this anger? It’s coals burning in the fire of my life.
I’m going to go cry now but my tears are watering daisies, I promise.
What rules do you want to live by?