A Father's Wisdom

Mountain Dew Ultraviolet is gross. Fact. Not the real point here though. I love my Dad--though I don't get much time to spend with him. He is very different now than how he was growing up--though I didn't get much of a chance to know him then either. It was a bad combination of lifestyles, I guess you could say. The upshot of all of it is that I am just now really getting to know my pops. Making it that much harder is that we live 2000 miles away...it makes me sad. Very sad. When Ross (my husband) and I were visiting recently, my dad and I were talking about grad school and graduation and everything else in life. Correction. I was complaining about school and lamenting it starting again...blah blah blah. Anyway, in his wise wisdom he opened my eyes to something--something that, if I can take it to heart and live my vague understanding of it, might make the next 9 months (finishing school, not baking a baby) a little easier. "Boo, its always something else. There will always be something else. You will finish one thing and there will always be another. It isn't about the 'what' of what your are doing, but rather, the 'who'". Huh? Yeah--its not the easiest to explain in a blog--nor is is quite as easy to digest without a side of Dale's Pale Ale--but the theory behind it is that you will continue to feel as you do, no matter the task, as long as you stay the same. Again--clear as mud. Maybe if I explain it in real-life terms....
I am counting the days down to May 15th. It is my graduation day. Mentally, I feel like everything will be better if I can just get through the next 9 months--that suddenly life will be fixed. I will be happier--Ross and I will be happier. (Kind of like when I thought that being less than 90 pounds would make boys like me and my life would be perfect--no, not so much).Life will just be better. But as my dad pointed out, however, something will just take school's place. I will have something else to complain about or be anxious about or to "get through." The only way that things will really be better is if I change my view on things--my perspective--my outlook. This is daunting but give me hope--and fuels my pink high heel project. It is daunting as it takes a profuse amount of energy to change one's perspective. Hopeful, however, because it makes the next year of school potentially less scary. I am a little late in discovering this--school starts tomorrow. Or rather--I should have visited my daddy a little earlier in the summer. Nonetheless, it is a glimmer of hope.