Words to Live By
I had to go to the dreaded Valley this morning at the ass crack of dawn for a conference and, in typical Rachel style, misjudged the traffic and got there an hour ahead of time. So I decided to brave the Valley locals and grab some breakfast at what struck me as a diner gone truckstop dropped smack onto Ventura Boulevard.
Because I was alone and had no one to yap my trap at, I did what any normal person would do - eavesdrop. Like I said, it was 6:30 am in the Valley so the waitresses were not aspiring actresses (they all need their beauty sleep) so I found their conversations most interesting.
Sue and Ellen bantered back and forth about kids, car problems, personal health issues (I tuned out during some of that so as to not yack up my breakfast), and, of course, men. About halfway through my runny egg whites I tuned back in and heard one of the two make the greatest statement: "Well, if it's not one thing, it's two of another." Now, I have no clue what context Sue or Ellen used this in, but, I was astounded at how applicable the statement is in my life.
At first I thought it was incredibly "glass half empty", but, when I really thought about it (because God knows I had nothing else to think about at 6:30 in the morning), it wasn't pessimistic at all. Realistic, yes. We always find faults in the things that we have and not until they are gone do we realize that they should have been valued more. We pick, pick, pick on that one thing that makes a person, relationship, health, possession, etc. imperfect. We move on to something new in hopes of eliminating the need to pick and finding the perpetual "greener grass". What we don't realize is that, as Sue/Ellen said, if it's not one thing, it's two of another.
No one and nothing is perfect (this includes the attempt at hashbrowns that I was consuming) Accepting and, when applicable, embracing imperfections seems far easier than picking at them and seeking out the absurd idea of perfection. Think about it - do you really want to dump that boyfriend of yours because he snores? The next one down the road may not snore, but, you might come home someday and catch him wearing your panties and singing showtunes. I'd stick with the snoring.
Now, I need to never ever wake up that early again.
Because I was alone and had no one to yap my trap at, I did what any normal person would do - eavesdrop. Like I said, it was 6:30 am in the Valley so the waitresses were not aspiring actresses (they all need their beauty sleep) so I found their conversations most interesting.
Sue and Ellen bantered back and forth about kids, car problems, personal health issues (I tuned out during some of that so as to not yack up my breakfast), and, of course, men. About halfway through my runny egg whites I tuned back in and heard one of the two make the greatest statement: "Well, if it's not one thing, it's two of another." Now, I have no clue what context Sue or Ellen used this in, but, I was astounded at how applicable the statement is in my life.
At first I thought it was incredibly "glass half empty", but, when I really thought about it (because God knows I had nothing else to think about at 6:30 in the morning), it wasn't pessimistic at all. Realistic, yes. We always find faults in the things that we have and not until they are gone do we realize that they should have been valued more. We pick, pick, pick on that one thing that makes a person, relationship, health, possession, etc. imperfect. We move on to something new in hopes of eliminating the need to pick and finding the perpetual "greener grass". What we don't realize is that, as Sue/Ellen said, if it's not one thing, it's two of another.
No one and nothing is perfect (this includes the attempt at hashbrowns that I was consuming) Accepting and, when applicable, embracing imperfections seems far easier than picking at them and seeking out the absurd idea of perfection. Think about it - do you really want to dump that boyfriend of yours because he snores? The next one down the road may not snore, but, you might come home someday and catch him wearing your panties and singing showtunes. I'd stick with the snoring.
Now, I need to never ever wake up that early again.
posted by Rach2LA @ 3:46 PM
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