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Dear Students Who Have Ignored Me ALL Semester: You finally decide to come see me and then proceed to ask me to borrow a pen?! Seriously, if this were a job interview I wouldn’t let you continue speaking. Shhh. Stop talking. Now. Dear Student Who Came in and Called Me Mam After Finishing Each Sentence: I could get use to that. I love me some southern manners. Dear Placid Baker: Your roasted beet with goat cheese, pear and arugula sammy was delicious. And just what I needed on a perfect autumn afternoon. Dear Self: You know those times when you stop and look at yourself really close up in the mirror and smile? It’s because you’re pretty. Everyone else sees it too.
Have you ever just walked down the street without glancing at your iPhone? Or driven without listening to Pandora? Or sat on a bench, alone, and enjoy the crisp autumn weather on your lunch break? I did all of those things today, and couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. I’ve noticed that not only can people not be happy alone, but happy with what is. Instead, we’ve become a generation that is always looking to have a problem in their lives– even if it’s not really there.
This habit of always wanting to have something more, often times drama, of course spills over into our love lives; it is so hard for us to imagine and accept things as they are. I have a friend who deserves nothing but the best, and seems to have stumbled upon it. She could not be more happy and satisfied with the turn her life has taken and yet she comes to me repeating, “but what’s next?” And she’s not making this comment because she’s bored; just the opposite. It’s as if she’s waiting for that first fight to happen. Some girl to pop up on the oh-so-popular media site claiming to be pregnant. Or the obsessive ex-boyfriend’s family ready to comment on how quickly she’s moved on. We always seem to be stuck in that troubleshooting mode ready to fix any given problem as soon as possible. But what if there is supposed to be a problem?
First dates are supposed to be awkward. Making the effort to text/message someone is supposed to give you butterflies. Sometimes you’re supposed to insert your foot into your mouth when an inappropriate joke is made.
So what am I suggesting she do about all of these what-ifs? Drop it all and let it be. Be happy. Ride the waves of a new relationship and be open to everything that person has to offer you. There is no reason to question your happiness and everything that could come of it- let it become it’s own. I know that this is easier said than done, but girl, from what it sounds like, this could be it. Pump your breaks, savor the little gestures and reward him. We all like to hear that we’ve got a good thing going.