(Note: I went into the listy posty thingy to find my pho post that I still swear I drafted six weeks ago and found this. I proceeded to edit it, adding things and being awesome, returned to this page and those things disappeared. Typepad has it out for me and I'm just going to lean into it. What can I say?)
This was the advice that came with last evening's roast pork and steamed broccoli take out. I would go retrieve and photograph the actual fortune for your viewing pleasure but as I am poised to be camped out in bed with mountains of work until Thursday, I'll just leave you with that thought.
It is fun, isn't it? All of today's troubles will eventually melt away and in ten years will be specks in our rearview mirrors. I love that thought. I love that I am curled up under warm sheets, AC cranked on high, thinking about the light at the end of the tunnel. Thinking about Stephanie Klein tweeting the following:
There isn't just one love meant for you. We can each
fall in love with 200 different people and love them in 200 different
ways.
I find this thought to be simultaneously comforting and depressing. Okay, I just watched The Princess Bride for the first time and am inclined to believe that we have a beshert. Now, this belief goes against everything that makes me me, my years of being a wiseass cynic do not in any way support it but it is true. Why? Because I don't want to personally find out what it is like to be in love with 200 people, it would suck me dry. Loving one person has left me in an awful state, can we imagine going through all of them? Lord have mercy. I am tired of being nomadic, I am tired of traipsing around, I want to not only know where I am going to wake up but who I am going to wake up with. Not that Paolo et al haven't been amazing, but I am done with it.
In ten years from now I won't have to think about any of this. Isn't that refreshing? Now think about what you were thinking of ten years ago. I'll wait. Doesn't matter so much does it? Now think your thoughts of ten years from now. [Sigh] Much better, right?
