Life. You think you have a handle, a grasp on it and it can prove just how naive you really are. Furthermore, life has in it’s back pocket a few things we never expected, things that we never planned on. Whether it be a monkey, a wrench, or a curve ball. Always waiting in it’s back pocket to be shoved into the best made plans, usually unexpected. It’s never easy either, nor is it ever simple. It’s just one big game of Twister. It’s never “Just get down on all 4′s and you win”. It’s always “Put your left leg on yellow, wrap your right leg around your head counter clockwise and put it on blue, then take your left hand and place it on the other side of the twister board, and here is a new rule, you have to do 10 push-ups in that position”.

The easy button.

Wherever it is, if it even exists, has eluded me for the past 23 years.

So as I sit here before you today, with my right leg wrapped around my head on blue, my body in some weird pretzel shape that sadly would never have made it past the pretzel shop’s quality assurance testing, I’m here, optimistic, crazy(in a good way), ever trusting, of course worried, relaxed, calm, hopeful, excited, nervous, and most importantly happy. Even if I do get knocked over and required to start and play the “game” again,  I’m happy. I’m happy with where I’m at. I’m convinced that where I am at cannot be located even by mapquest, and yet I’m in a good location in my life. And yet there are still a million pieces in the air. All of which have fallen into their places for a reason, for whatever reason. I’m happy in knowing that I feel I’ve matured in ways that the old me would have frantically tried to re-arrange the pieces to better accommodate my selfish needs, and that the me of today has just let the pieces settle un-affected, to let them end up where they need be.

Whatever happens happens.

Whatever monkey climbs on my back I’ll piggy back it for as long as it takes, whatever wrench is tossed into the mix, whatever curve ball is thrown my way.

What ever happens happens. Even if it means the easy button never comes my way.

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