Variety
The spice of life, or so they say.
But that means that life can be spicy. Or not. So, what's the opposite of spicy? Bland? Then I definitely have lived my share of unspicy days.
But I will have to amend that statement to stress that although nothing exciting may have happened on those very bland days--I always felt like I learned something from every experience in my life. Sometimes it wasn't really something that I wanted to learn, or felt like I needed to learn--but I learned something new nevertheless.
Everything that happens to you can be a teachable moment, if you pay attention.
However, if you find yourself having the same kinds of experiences over and over again--and maybe not enjoying them at all--then maybe you're not paying attention.
Because really, you should (ideally) only have to learn a lesson ONE TIME.
I am a firm believer that if you find yourself having made the same mistake twice--that you should never repeat it again. It's basically the reason I have never remarried.
Obviously, I don't need to be married if I can't get it right after the first 2 times. Right? And maybe it wasn't me--I'm not ruling that out--but if it was the other person, then it still means that my picker is broken.
I just can't pick a good one out of the bunch. Or maybe I'm looking at the wrong bunch. Or maybe I just don't know what a good one looks like.
Regardless, it still means that the problem is mine. It's okay--I've accepted that I will be single from now on. I've made my peace with that future I've chosen. I like my life where it is right now.
I don't know if anyone else would fit into it comfortably, although every now and then, I get a wild hair to re-test my theory. But I abandon the urge pretty quickly. I'm not willing to take the chance of making my day-to-day existence pure misery by making what could be the hugest complete and utter fail.
Does that make sense?
At least, this way, I am left with glorious, romantic what-ifs that are better than most of my married-life memories. And that, I definitely CAN live with.
And now, it's tea time. Variety might just be over-rated.
The spice of life, or so they say.
But that means that life can be spicy. Or not. So, what's the opposite of spicy? Bland? Then I definitely have lived my share of unspicy days.
But I will have to amend that statement to stress that although nothing exciting may have happened on those very bland days--I always felt like I learned something from every experience in my life. Sometimes it wasn't really something that I wanted to learn, or felt like I needed to learn--but I learned something new nevertheless.
Everything that happens to you can be a teachable moment, if you pay attention.
However, if you find yourself having the same kinds of experiences over and over again--and maybe not enjoying them at all--then maybe you're not paying attention.
Because really, you should (ideally) only have to learn a lesson ONE TIME.
I am a firm believer that if you find yourself having made the same mistake twice--that you should never repeat it again. It's basically the reason I have never remarried.
Obviously, I don't need to be married if I can't get it right after the first 2 times. Right? And maybe it wasn't me--I'm not ruling that out--but if it was the other person, then it still means that my picker is broken.
I just can't pick a good one out of the bunch. Or maybe I'm looking at the wrong bunch. Or maybe I just don't know what a good one looks like.
Regardless, it still means that the problem is mine. It's okay--I've accepted that I will be single from now on. I've made my peace with that future I've chosen. I like my life where it is right now.
I don't know if anyone else would fit into it comfortably, although every now and then, I get a wild hair to re-test my theory. But I abandon the urge pretty quickly. I'm not willing to take the chance of making my day-to-day existence pure misery by making what could be the hugest complete and utter fail.
Does that make sense?
At least, this way, I am left with glorious, romantic what-ifs that are better than most of my married-life memories. And that, I definitely CAN live with.
And now, it's tea time. Variety might just be over-rated.
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