Fake it, ‘til you make it.

It seems like yesterday I was being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up.
And bam! I’m grown up now. I just turned 26. And you can ask me that question again because I still don’t know. Does anyone ever know?
In the past year, I had many people ask me about my smile. About my sense of humor. Some really appreciate my smile. But some take is as careless or lack of seriousness.
But both are right. I smile to let my feelings out. I smile when I’m happy. I smile when I’m mad. I don’t just smile to cover my feelings, but also to make things easier.
Smiling is free, who doesn’t like a smiley face? Fake it, ‘til you make it.
There’s two arrows in life. The first is the initial bad moment. You lose your job, your spouse, your house. It hurts. The second arrow is how you choose to react to that first arrow. Are you going to let it kill you? Or you can choose to live and smile.
Just let it be and let it go. It happened, and yes I was pissed. We’re all human. But what’s the madness going to fix? Being angry or worried never helped solve the problem.
There’s a Spanish saying: “Que sera, sera.” Whatever will be, will be.
Sometimes, I smile at people not because I like them, but because I just don’t care. You’re toxic. I have to learn to say no to bad people. Instead of wearing my mask at the Halloween Ball, I can instead choose to be myself.
Avoid the monsters.
You are the average of the 5 people you hang out with. Be around good people who inspire you.
I slipped in the rain the other day while walking to work. Blood ran from my knee and mixed the rainwater. The blood was like dye in a water tank for a strange science experiment.
Sometimes it rains heavy. And you lose your umbrella. But life wouldn’t be interesting if it was perfect. Sometimes you get a little wet. Getting wet is the whole point.
You lose something, but you find something special. And it changes your life. Like a rainbow. What do I want to be when I grow up? I don’t know. And I don’t care.

-Happy Monday-