Mom doesn’t make our bed or do our laundry, dinner isn’t waiting for us, we have bills to pay, kids to raise, dogs to walk, bosses to please and lives to share with our spouses or partners. Reality is all so exhausting.
Life doesn’t always deliver what we want but I would venture to say that we generally get what we deserve.
Holding life and people responsible for the things that do or don’t happen to us is like drinking a pint of vodka and expecting the other person to feel its effects. It’s unreasonable and it simply isn’t reality.
If I may be so bold as to say so, I firmly believe that women usually have a better handle on dealing with reality than their male counterparts. It might be because we get slapped in the face by it on a far more frequent basis. That’s when we learn to either develop a rocking sense of humor or become bitter bitches. Both are realities.
If you want to succeed at anything, the reality is you need to make decisions, take chances, work hard, make sacrifices and be patient. If you are missing any of these ingredients, the reality is you might not make it. Fairness would be nice to have in the mix, but unfortunately it is not a reality requirement and is often overlooked. Be careful of that omission.
Realities have a way of speaking to us in a way we can’t ignore. Cars get stolen, personal relationships don’t work out, kids gets sick, we get sick, you get fired, a friend cheats you, and people die. The reality is life goes on with or without our participation.
A smile goes a long way in taking you to a place where you can manage. So does a hug. Love is the greatest reality of all. Too bad we don’t do enough of it.
As for me, I have a great sense of humor and I am, at times, a bitter bitch. It’s good to catch me on a day I am the former. That’s just a reality.