Ever think that if only blah blah blah, your life would be perfect? Well, get over it. It won’t be and it never will be. No, I’m not a pessimist; I’m actually one of the most optimistic people you’ll ever meet (which sometimes drives Gary crazy, but that’s another story). I just know – being a woman over 40 (or so. . . ) – that nothing is perfect: not a job, not a house, not a husband. And if you spend your life trying to find perfect, you’ll be sorely disappointed.
For years I thought, if only I could sleep as late as I want, that would be perfect. Well, I got my wish – a very, very long stretch on unemployment. And, guess what? Even though I could sleep til noon, I didn’t. And, when I did sleep late, I didn’t feel that much better. So, now when I hear that alarm, telling me to wake up for work (hallelujah!) and my subconscious thinks. . . if only. . . I know better.
I’ve had great jobs – and lousy ones – and the more I’ve had, the more I know there is no such thing as a perfect job or company. They’re all relative. So, after working for a jerk who makes my life miserable, I can really appreciate a boss who isn’t all that bright or acts like my own, personal tickler file (Did you call . . .?). Now I see those faults as pluses. Especially when I compare him to Joe Pellechi or Joe D (and some of you know exactly who I mean. . . .)
Got a husband who leaves the cabinets open and never throws away his empty Splenda packets? Hey, that beats a spouse who cheats on you any day!
But the real question is, does anyone have – or actually need – a perfect life? And, what is a perfect life? A life without challenges? Without strife? Without hurt? What kind of life would that be? It would be a life with nothing to stretch you, no one to love you, nothing to gain. You can live in a bubble, but you remember what happened to the Bubble Boy.