If A Three Year Old Girl Can Understand This So Can We
“This is it. This is life, the one you get. So go and have a ball”
–theme song to One Day at a Time
This
is B talking. Yes, THE B, the one TK rambles on like I’m the greatest
thing since sliced bread. While I think she exaggerates my greatness
from time to time I’m not going to critique her blog when she is kind
enough to give me space to preach to her many followers.
As a household we regularly make lists of things to do in the year as well as the yearly arrow ceremony where we pick three things we want to get rid of in our life and three
things we want to bring into our life. Recently I’ve started giving a
theme to the year to try and kickstart the process. Last year was “balls
to the wall”. Yes, I know that’s crude and childish, I told you TK
exaggerates my greatness. The thought was we routinely go to work, go
home, watch tv for a few hours then go to bed, rinse, wash, repeat.
Balls to the Wall 2017 was meant to be a year of burning the candle at
both ends, or at least one end. Just endless action and excitement. No
surprise, but we didn’t see much of that endless action. By all accounts
2017 was a shit year for all involved. I don’t want to veer into
politics but 2017 as a year was garbage. Honestly 2017 for our household
was pretty great; we took a trip out of the country for the 1st
time, everyone we love stayed fairly healthy, no one lost their jobs or
got sick or injured but it still was…just…depressingly sad.
So
for 2018 we need to kick out the jams. Blow out the cobwebs and get to
living. I came up with a great theme for 2018 that resonated with the
year and had all kinds of double and triple meanings and then I
immediately forgot it. I was sharing this with TK and we got to
reminiscing about a story when Kenlee was around 3 years old. As you may
know I’m a sucker for my niece. At the time we were traveling to Louisiana to visit Lance on his
graduation from basic training. Kenlee and her mom, along with Lance’s
then wife was along for the journey. We had stopped at a Sonic along the
way to get some grub. I was placing the order for the group when
Lance’s wife made a change to her order and said “Sorry, I meant to
order (whatever)”. It was then that 3-year-old Kenlee piped up and
shouted “That’s okay girl”. Meaning, firstly, I don’t know your name,
but secondly, chill out, life goes on, people make mistakes, it’s just a
Sonic order. So 2018 is now “That’s okay girl” themed. Yes, we elected a
childish egomaniac as president, yes we could all die at any moment,
but it’s okay girl. We’ll get through this.
