My dear friend Trish called me today. We got to visit uninterrupted, which means that it’s barely March and I’ve used up my Christmas miracle already.
She mentioned that she’d like for me to do a blog on my “Life’s like a Rubik’s cube, not a box of damn chocolates” analogy.
Long ago (in a nearby galaxy), Trish and I were talking about life, and I said that mine is like a *^%$& Rubik’s cube– every time I get one side together, the rest of it’s a jumbled up mess.
In in the way of all super-awesome friends, she complimented my accidental genius and said: “That’s a great metaphor. Do you mind if I use it?”
And as a graduate of the Forrest Gump School of Therapeutic Pearls of Wisdom, I said:”SURE!”
So, that’s pretty much it. I can fiddle-dee-dee with my life all I want, but never seem to get more than 2 sides aligned. Seems like it’s either Time OR Money. Or neither these days.
And, I guess it’s alright with me, because Life would be pretty boring if we got it all figured out. I think.