In case you think I wrote this for you or about you, I need to tell you that you’re wrong. I’m all up in my head but your welcome to come along. I’ve been thinking a lot about choices and decisions. Right now, I think that these decisions I have to make are like a game of twister and what happens depends on who I am.
So, let’s say your right foot is on blue and your left foot is on yellow. Your hands are spread just so to keep you comfortable, but now you have to make a decision which color do I move my right foot too.
You move your foot to the blue circle next to you. It was the easy, comfortable choice. Instead of relaxing the game board expands and now you’re stretched so thin that you’re sure you’re going to fall. Your fingers are gripping the surface around you to help you stay up.
What happened? There is a river between where your foot is and where it was. It could be a river, a forest, or even dessert, let’s call it the great divide. No matter what it is, you’re not going to be able to go back to the comfortable place you just left. Now person one on your right moves her foot. She chooses a red space, and there are balloons falling out of the air for her. She wins the lottery buys a house in the Hamptons and retires. What just happened?
Some people always step in the right place without trying or thinking about it. You may be one of those people, but let’s face it most of us aren’t.
Person number two on your left chooses the yellow circle. Her legs are spread uncomfortably wide also. Does this mean you’re vindicated? She looks around and realizes she simply has to cross a street. Yes, it will take her a week or two. She’ll have to dodge cars and bikes, make sure she doesn’t bump into anyone but before you know it she’s back in the comfort zone, and you are talking eloquently about how unfair life is.
Let’s call you the writer. See I told you I was up in my head, but don’t worry you’re about to meet the rest of the world shortly.
Writer, you’re in a bad spot. Since you made the wrong decision and your obviously not person one or two you have to dig yourself out the hole you’re in and find a way to be successful. I know you decide to listen to a podcast. Not any podcast but your favorite one. The one where the voices don’t irritate you and the people running it make you want to be them. They have the best guest both males and females. You listen and get an idea that positively genius and you put your effort into making it work for you.
Your great divide gets bigger. The money you expected to roll in doesn’t, and now you’re going to have a month that you don’t know if you’ll be able to survive. Your fingers are clutching for anything to hold onto, and you’re sure that a gentle breeze will knock you on your a$$
Well, that just sucks for writer, I agree, but what about everyone else.
You, we’ll call you Athen, like writer you can be male or female but I will simply refer to you as female because it’s easier for me.
Athen someone treated you wrong. It could be your boss, or maybe your significant other; it could be a child or a friend or even an authority figure. Whoever it was has you madder than you want to acknowledge. So, you got to your best friend. You know the one who has the balls of steel.
She talks to you, gets you psyched up and sends you home determined to defend yourself, because gosh darn it’s your right.
Now you don’t have balls of steel, but that’s okay because you bought that new product out on the market. The balls of steel thong that still makes you feel feminine and soft. You wake up the next morning and put it on. It’s kind of heavy between the legs but what worries you more is the weight on your chest. Let’s say it was your boss that bothered you.
Armed with your new steel balls and confidence from your friend you go into your boss’s office where you have a beautifully intense conversation. You walk out without a job.
Athen what do you have in common with writer?
Writer listened to some very good and sound advice but she never stopped to ask herself is that the best advice for me? Was the person giving the advice they type that if she threw one hundred dollars up in the air, it would come down as one thousand? Could she be the type that even if she choose the wrong path she could make it up before it affected her? There was always the possibility that choosing the wrong path wouldn’t bother her bottom line because of the cushion she had. Or maybe she was like writer who seemed to struggle for everything she achieved.
Athen, you made the same mistake. You never stopped to ask yourself who your friend was and was she like you. Now you’re sitting on the Southside in some elegant coffee shop drinking something that is designer dealing with the fact that you have no job.
Writer is sitting somewhere on the eastside in a slightly dingier coffee shop drinking a knock off dealing with the fact that because she zigged when she should have gone straight that soon a month was coming when her royalties would suck.
That is where we will leave both writer and Athen. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to reread this and see if I can find out who I am.