Glamour posted this article today a few days ago (sometimes it takes me awhile to finalize these posts. Big surprise, I know!)… http://twurl.nl/kjc0l7… good, light-hearted stuff. But it got me seriously thinking. Has this been my “Summer of Bad Decisions?” Maybe, but certainly not in the party-heavy, multiple random make-outs kind of way that I would prefer.
I worry that this summer has been of the “bad decision” variety due to unspoken words, unappreciated moments and my typical general neuroses met with irrational reactions to said neuroses. I fear that this summer I may have neglected something important? Maybe that “something important” is my own intuition. Maybe things are exactly as they should be. If so, I wish it had all gone down differently. Basically, minus my perceived bad decisions.
Maybe, instead, I’ve disregarded my true intentions. It is very possible that I don’t know what my true intentions are at this point. I would like to think that my intentions always come from a place of kindness, forgiveness, and understanding. But, let’s be honest, we all miss that mark. And I with a fair amount of frequency.
In truth, this summer hasn’t been great. It’s been confusing, and monumentally frustrating, and still sort of fun, and full, and overwhelming, and emotionally challenging. I can’t say that I would define my summer as one ridden with bad decisions, but I can’t say that I stand behind all of my decisions either.
It is what it is. What will be will be. I’ve lived and I continue to learn. They say you get what you give. I hope I get back some of my ability to forgive to follow this summer.