Questionably Fabulous

I’ve put several posts on here from other bloggers who make me laugh or make me really think about stuff.  This is just one of those times… 

Four Lessons Learned  Posted using ShareThis

The above got me to thinkin’ about what might be my four most valuable lessons learned.  Here they are, but please mind you, the link is funny, mine is a little deeper than I intended it to be!

1.  The things about myself that I want to hide the most, are the things that are most likely to be shown.

For example, I’m a little crazy and high maintenance and have n awful tempter and get protective of my friends to a fault…  And I hate that stuff about myself.  But everyone knows about it all.  Everyone.  And I only found that out recently.  I thought it was a huge secret!

2.  Avoiding something will never make it go away, get better and will typically make it come true.

Try as you might, women, we do become our mothers.  Especially if you are doing everything in your power to avoid it.  I used to consider myself drastically different than my mother.  And then, little by little, I would find myself doing more and more “Su-San” things.  And I’d freak myself out.  It wasn’t until I started embracing the parts of me that were “my mother” that I was actually able to notice how I wanted to be like her and how I wanted to be different. 

Fighting with a someone you are close to and trying to brush it under the rug NEVER works.  It always builds and builds and builds and eventually blows up.  Even if friendships / relationships are able to recover from the argument, its never going to be the same.  Better to face things head on, talk it through, cry about it, yell about it, suffer through it with the person, all the while knowing that things will get better. 

3.     “You have to laugh at yourself, cause you’d cry your eyes out if you didn’t!”  ~ Indigo Girls

Back in college I had this bootleg mix tape of an Indigo Girl’s concert.  In the intro to “Closer to Fine” one of them tells a story about buying a ring for her boyfriend in elementary school.  She says that she knew this wasn’t cool and that that was the beginning of the rest of her life.  She says it in a reminiscent tone of voice, its mixed with pleasure and pain.  It always makes me cringe about the stupid shit in my past and then laugh about how that same stupid shit.  Like, “What was I thinking?  Oh, yea, I remember what I was thinking!  That was SO funny!”  That little speech of hers is something I think about on purpose probably daily, to remind me to forgive myself and be proud of the mistakes I’ve made – cause I wouldn’t be the FABULOUS person I am today without all those bumps along the way.