tides and seasons of my secret life

I’m always aware not to get too attached to The Big Things, like (the person I) love or where I might be and what I might be doing in one year’s time. But what about Small Things? Since Monday I’ve planned on going out tonight. I styled up for the first time in… umh, a loooong time. Make-up and all. I was pretty excited for most of the day and probably changed clothes 3 or 4 times. And when I was all pretty and shiny and ready to go, I received a call we were not going.

Oh, you wouldn’t wish to be around in moments like this. From one second to the next, I’m all storm clouds and rainy weather. Of course I know, there are things far more important than me sitting in a nice cafe, in my nice new skirt and shirt and having nice small talk, while sipping on a cup of nice mocha latte. Way more important stuff that happens in other people’s lives while I dress up. And still, I wasn’t prepared. I was so focused on how I had planned to spend the evening, that I felt like I had been run over by a car. Oh, full-blown selfish drama queen that I am ;)  Those small moments of carelessness and unawareness towards small things really can hurt.

The moral: Don’t get attached. Not even to how you plan to spend the evening.  Things change. Get f*ckin’ used to it.

Breathe.