I hate the Bachelor/Bachelorette.
Well, truthfully, I hate TV as a whole. I really can’t get into it (save for a couple of shows), but I REALLY hate the Bachelor/Bachelorette.
If I Could
There’s something to be said for “Do nothing” days.
I am a sucker for random adventures and zaniness and spontaneity. My foster father was the best for random adventures. From snow days spent bowling or that Tuesday afternoon trip to a museum just because the sun was shining and we were all home, there was never a dull moment and it was amazing.
What I Know
The truth is a very funny thing.
The thing about it is that sometimes we don’t like it. Sometimes it paints us in a light that we don’t particularly like. Sometimes it makes us angry that we’re not being told what we thought was the truth and then we whine and complain that people aren’t telling us what we want to hear.
Wide Awake
As my divorce slowly moves from “almost final” to “finalized” (which will be a gloriously happy day), the more I’m slowly understanding just how single a parent I really am.
Cuckoo
People never cease to shock or disgust me.
Both Sides Now
Sometimes I wonder if male oriented programming has any idea how to write for their female audience.
Hurricane
For every action, there is an equally as powerful reaction.
This is what I tell my five year old daughter when she has yet another tempertantrum (after I’ve foiled her plans for world domination). This is very true.
Dying To Live Again
I think I’ve discovered the key to getting through life:
Admitting that you have no idea what you are doing.
I know a great many things about a great many subjects, but when it comes to life, parenting or love, I have no idea what I am doing.
Sometimes I think I know. Sometimes I am more confident than I am about my own name about the outcome of the latest mess my own stupidity has gotten me into but in the end, I am generally learning lessons by fire and hoping that I get it right in the end. Lately, I have realized that my stupidity tends to cost me some of the best things in my life. I make mistakes and generally ruin everything good that comes into my life and I’m left trying to figure out how to fix it so I don’t mess it all up again. I guess that’s why I know that I never know what I’m doing.
I saw this on Twitter today and I can’t help but think it rings true for all of us:
“Most of the problems in life are caused by two reasons. 1. We act without thinking. 2. We keep thinking without acting.”
I am a notorious over thinker. 85% of my “issues” are imagined and the other 15% are overanalyzed. I know many people who do this, invent problems in their mind and over think them and then commit a rash action. Then, they are left with the consequences of said action and instead of simply fixing it, they think about how to fix it. They take back doors to fix it or they leave it unfixed and end up miserable.
Which is why I have decided that the key to life is the admission that we never really know what we’re doing. There’s no instruction booklet or helpful allen key. We’re simply bound by the choices we make or do not make and in the end, we can benefit or cost ourselves everything. If I had any clue as to what I was doing when it came to life, I would be a much happier MHC. Why? Because I would know how to say the right words, find the right openings and generally make things happen. I can do this in my professional life like you wouldn’t believe. I use my journalist magic and poof! Interviews happen and I’m the proudest little editor in chief in the world! But when it comes to making the right parenting choices every time, understanding my friends or loved ones or saying the right thing to ease the minds of those around me who are scared or confused and I will mess it all up like you wouldn’t believe!
But that’s what we do in life; we mess it all up. We hurt the people we love most in the world or who love us most because we over-think the problems. We hide instead of take that brave first step to right the wrongs, or worse, we take some back road, third party way so that someone else will do most of the legwork to get in and fix it for us (I hate this method, but have been known to use it if there is simply no other solution).
So, why not just admit none of us have a freaking clue what’s going on in our minds at any given time? We’re all confused little bunnies, known to ruin good things by overanalyzing or inventing problems, that we’re afraid to tell those we love how we feel for fear of causing a problem when chances are the problem comes from inaction and that we would rather analyze the mess to death than simply fix it, or we rely on historical precident to guide our actions when perhaps we need to step out of our comfort box and take a bold, brash, step towards our own happiness?
Perhaps.
But what the crap do I know? I just admitted that I don’t know what I’m doing!
Believe In You
I know I post some pretty personal stuff on this blog in a high level fashion, but this is arguably my most personal blog post to date, so please bear with and enjoy.
Old Man
Happy Father’s Day from Ash Multimedia!
Instead of me writing a blog post, I’ve chosen to link an article that I wrote on this subject from this month’s Windsor Social, featuring Penn & Teller! (Shameless plug I know).
This article was inspired by the two most prominent male figures in my daughters’ lives (at the time) and it prompted me to write an article stressing the importance of Father’s Day for the fathers who care, as well as a thank you to those who take their role seriously.
I hope you enjoy it (If the link doesn’t open to the page, it’s page 50)
The Misadventures of MHC 