Shut the door!

Why is it so hard to shut the door on your past sometimes? Why do we allow ourselves to feel the helplessness and fear that we felt when we were rejected in high school?

You got on a Walmart shirt, that only cost you $3? Hey girl-- you look awesome. You ROCK that!

You're (me) graduating from a community college and it took you four years because you are a full time mom and need time for yourself in there somewhere? Heck ya! Caps off to me!

I act like it's others faults that people (basically referring to myself) feel this way, but in reality it's basically because I have this complete and insane idea that everyone spends all hours of their day focusing and criticizing every detail of my life.. Shut the door, Chelsea! No one has time for that!

....oh, you have that disease too? The "imprettysurethatinnocentconversationabouticecreammeanstheyhatemyhair" Disease? Weird. Must be contagious.

I also have the "howdoyoumakelessmoneythanmeandyouhavenicerthings" jitters. In addition to the "Iwishmymommyanddaddystillpaidforallmyshit" sniffles.

In reality, I spend the most of my days trying to uncover how it is that I can make myself better, or have nicer things, or have a better behaved child than yours. Yep, I said it. I'm awkward.

I told you to check your judgmental woes at the door, didn't I? There's only enough room for my judgment in here. Unfortunately sometimes, I am the victim of my own worst judgment--and then I try to pity myself for it.

Oh, Chelsea.. You just stubbed your toe? You should have ice cream to fix that.

Sometimes, we need to envision [in a literal sense] slamming the door in judgment's face, and move on! You may think your better than me, but in the end we all die.

Love,

The Brash Burrell