Sometimes I check my email and have messages from Outback Steakhouse about new deals and menu items, personally addressed to me. What can I say? We're really close friends.
Speaking of friends, I have a friend I went to high school with that is living the life I want to live. He's living where I want to live, in the kind of place I want to live in, with the kind of people I want to live with, working the kind of jobs I want to work, doing the kinds of things I want to be doing, and I find myself wondering when my life changed into one where I was jealous of what someone else was doing. That's been me. Living where I want, when I want....what in the world happened? Anyway, I was looking at something he'd written and it could be me writing this:
"I am bad when I go to the ice cream shop. Being there, seeing all the different flavors to choose from, makes it really hard for me. Because I know no matter what decision I make I will always wish that I had chose a different flavor. Not because the flavor I got isn't good, but because I made the choice, and now I cant have that other ice cream and I am stuck with the choice I made. With all those other choices right there for me to look at. So what do I do? I spend hours just sampling every flavor in the ice cream shop. Those small little bites that are suppose to just tease you into choosing a flavor are all I need. After Ive had enough of those small bites I can leave. I can leave and I can go to the grocery store. I can walk to the ice cream section and I can buy a gallon of the ice cream I always buy. Nothing fancy. No rainbow colors or chocolate chips. no bubble gum pieces or rock hard mints. I'll take my plain ice cream home with me and I'll stay outta that ice cream shop until the gallon is gone."
I find this incredibly relate-able. On that note, I'm going to go scheme about what I want to be doing with my life next.
Speaking of friends, I have a friend I went to high school with that is living the life I want to live. He's living where I want to live, in the kind of place I want to live in, with the kind of people I want to live with, working the kind of jobs I want to work, doing the kinds of things I want to be doing, and I find myself wondering when my life changed into one where I was jealous of what someone else was doing. That's been me. Living where I want, when I want....what in the world happened? Anyway, I was looking at something he'd written and it could be me writing this:
"I am bad when I go to the ice cream shop. Being there, seeing all the different flavors to choose from, makes it really hard for me. Because I know no matter what decision I make I will always wish that I had chose a different flavor. Not because the flavor I got isn't good, but because I made the choice, and now I cant have that other ice cream and I am stuck with the choice I made. With all those other choices right there for me to look at. So what do I do? I spend hours just sampling every flavor in the ice cream shop. Those small little bites that are suppose to just tease you into choosing a flavor are all I need. After Ive had enough of those small bites I can leave. I can leave and I can go to the grocery store. I can walk to the ice cream section and I can buy a gallon of the ice cream I always buy. Nothing fancy. No rainbow colors or chocolate chips. no bubble gum pieces or rock hard mints. I'll take my plain ice cream home with me and I'll stay outta that ice cream shop until the gallon is gone."
I find this incredibly relate-able. On that note, I'm going to go scheme about what I want to be doing with my life next.
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