About Ironing In Your Boxers
Appreciating what you have can be difficult. Just being honest here, but if there’s anything you have to tell yourself over and over, maybe it’s a little suspect.
But probably not. Probably I’m just a lazy good-for-nothing ungrateful slob. I think it boils down to impatience. I want to work hard, but I also want results. Now.
It’s not just me. There’s plenty of folks I’m friendly with that just want to be let loose. They’ve got the tools and the abilities, but there’s an invisible hand keeping them running in place.
But—there’s no invisible hand—just feels like it.
You can turn on your phone and see everywhere and anywhere. People doing things you might’ve been dreaming your whole life. Pretty neat, but it also can make you feel like a big loser when you’re waiting in line at the dry cleaners. I think it’s important to remember that everyone you dream of emulating and everything you see that’s worth doing is being done by someone who also has to go to the dry cleaners.
Or maybe they iron. And that’s just really sad. It’s hard to feel like life is on the upswing when you’re in your boxers hunched over an ironing board. Some things just don’t have a ton of built-in dignity. Sorry.
So unless you’re ironing, don’t feel so bad about where you are. And put on some pants. Maybe things do suck, but lie to yourself until you’re convinced they’re great.
Act as if. Fake it until you make it. I’ve always found these things to work, and I also find it disturbing that they’re necessary. But that’s life. Tons of weird stuff is necessary. Pesticides. Armies. Dry cleaners. It’s endless.
Cheers folks. See you after.