It’s Monday night and I’m sitting here way to full of food (yummy food) and way to full of thoughts. I’ve been in a very good place the past few weeks. I don’t know what the reason for this is, maybe reading the bible more, maybe letting things slide of my back, accepting things are they are, or maybe it’s just because I’m OK. My pseudo-flare last week because of heat didn’t even get me down that much with the help of a few select people. I did make the decision to wear dresses at work to try to keep myself cool. Odd for someone who rarely ever wears dresses and quite a shock for everyone at work, but I must say I’m enjoying it.
Let’s get back to my thoughts. Right now they’re floating around my head and bouncing around fighting for attention. The one thought that keeps rearing its head is “Why did I do that?” Have you ever wondered why things happen or how you were at the right place at the right time (or the wrong time)? I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe that everything happens for a reason and by believing that tenant I would be a hypocrite if I didn’t believe that the bad things also happen for a reason.
So what does that mean? It means that all the mistakes, bad experiences, and drama I’ve had in my life are just as important as the right choices, wonderful experiences, and quite content times. I don’t regret anything. My choices are my own and every one of those experiences has made me who I am today. I’m a pretty decent person even with all my flaws and craziness. I’d say better then decent I’d say amazing with a lot of flaws and craziness (smile).
It also begs the question “Is the wrong situation actually the right situation?” Is doing something wrong what needs to be done at that point of time in life? This is not an excuse for bad behavior but is a way to look at pasts (and current) mistakes without dwelling on the whys.
Things happen for a reason good and bad. It’s what we do with those experiences after the fact that gives us insight into ourselves, our lives, and our actions.