The fragility of life astounds me. Sometimes I forget how short our time is on this planet, but then a robber threatens the life of your co-worker and the familiar dread creeps back up. Like a partially digested burrito you had for lunch, that doesn’t want to stay down and leaves a burning sensation in your throat.
I’ve been watching a show about a woman who is slowly dying of cancer and every time I walk away from the screen, face streaming with tears, I think to myself ” I have to do more with my life, experience more before it’s too late.” I’m terrified of living the same life my mother lived. Dead at 45 years old and full of regrets.
Only I never do anything different. I eat the same food, drive the same places, see the same people and have the same conversations. What am I doing with my life? I feel like I’m so complacent… yes happy… but also unfulfilled, unsatisfied. There has to be more to life than the perfect little house, with the perfect little family, and being the perfect little employee at a 9-5 office job.
“In the 21st century, it can’t be about who we might make, and what they might do, anymore. It has to be about who we are, and what we’re going to do”-Caitlin Moran
I have been surrounded by women who put others before themselves for the majority of my life and while I admire these women, I have also come to realize that the best way to help others is to be a strong role model. So screw what everyone else thinks you should be, ladies, and make yourselves proud of who you are!