I know most of you don't believe me, but you really are getting an awesome free ride here. Pretty soon though, (like maybe in a year or two...or more...definitely within the next decade), I'll be a real writer and you'll have to pay to read about my crazy ass life and won't that suck? What will y'all do without your regular dose of free Margaux-life nonsense? Answer: Pay for it.
Monday I went sailing. I've gotta say, having friends with a yacht is not a bad thing. I even got to drive the boat at one point. We all agreed I was very bad at it. Too much responsibility you know? Like not sinking the ship or accidentally tossing people overboard. But I didn't fall into Lake Ontario this time, and being on a boat, surrounded by water reminds me of the home I miss, so...win-win.
Having 4 days off work was great, because I could paint my nails hot pink without any repercussions, and I had one of the the best weekends ever. I came home Monday night and as usual, was reading me for some kind of inspiration and I realized something. There are two kinds of people in this world, those of us who have our shit together and those that don't. Some of us pretend most of the time to be the shit-together kind of people, but it eventually comes out that we aren't and we're home alone writing blogs with the Cat on our lap. Or we're fighting with our boyfriend. Or we're having a panic attack at work while hiding in the bathroom.
(PS - Cat says "hi!")
Sorry, I got interrupted. Stuart just called me (heart!). And we all know I'll always pick up that call. Anyways the point is, it doesn't matter if we are in our 30s and still don't know what we'll do with our lives (but don't forget, I'm only 27. This is where my amazing imagination comes in and helps me understand all my friends lives). That's sometimes what makes us interesting. That's sometimes what makes us fun. And it's always what makes us exactly the person we're supposed to be right now.
Who knows what's around the corner? Our dream job? An opportunity of a lifetime? Our last real true love? The possibilities are endless. I've been working really, really hard the past few years to make it to exactly where I am right now. Is it where I'm going to end up? Definitely not (fingers crossed). For now though, it's more than good enough. I'm taking a break from being an over-achieving, A-type psycho and am planning on enjoying my summer. Aspirations, though well worth having, take their toll and every once in awhile we need to take a step back, put some flowers in our hair and cut ourselves some slack.
You know what? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe the two types of people in this world are just the "don't have our shit together" and "don't have our shit together and pretend we do" types. It's easy to give off that perfect aura when you're around other people (I would know I did it for years. Hello, I was married to an Elder and I speak Vietnamese.), but at the end of the day, do any of us really know what we're doing? I think we just try the best we can to be good people, to work hard, to give back. To practice showing love. If we can do that while staying true to ourselves, what more are really striving for?
Maybe a yacht. :)
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