We all have a jar of coins in our apartments. We also all have that “thing” in our lives that’s a nagging, depreciating depletion of energy, time and peace of mind - our “real life” equivalent to a yogurt container filled with nickels.
I might as well put it out there that I may very well occasionally be eight going on eighteen. I probably consume far too much coffee and far too little chocolate. I refuse to carry umbrellas and I haven't the foggiest idea how to use nail polish. Now that confessions are over - I'm glad you're here.
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We all have a jar of coins in our apartments. We also all have that “thing” in our lives that’s a nagging, depreciating depletion of energy, time and peace of mind - our “real life” equivalent to a yogurt container filled with nickels.
According to Buzzfeed writers and burned-out corporate workers who have clearly already peaked, we’re living “The Best Years of Our Lives.” Now is the time when we’re supposed to be fulfilling all our crazy dreams, and crossing items off our bucket lists left and right, practically every Friday night. Let’s hear some of those items: Going bungee jumping? Traveling to Bali? Publishing our autobiography? Going vegan? All these Big Plans, that would probably also make a great post on Instagram. So we’re all walking around with these Dream Buckets that are partially filled, and someday real soon, something great will happen that will motivate us to pull something out of them and do it, right?
Things I’ve always been itching to try, things I can’t get out of my head, desires that are hard to calm, those topics I want to jabber endlessly about to someone. Perhaps when desires stop being watery drops of sudsy, vague, unclear ideas that reside in a bucket and start being burning, impossible to ignore, occasionally frustrating itches, I’ll finally stop being so patient, and just scratch. A little Rash decision making is good sometimes.