My mama wasn’t big on giving us ‘advice’ or sharing her life experiences when we were growing up.
She much preferred to let her six kids bumble through life and then lose her fucking mind when we messed up. I’m talking serious flipping of the lid. Poor mama.
The first one was: “There are two roads in life; the good road and the bad road. You decide which to take.”
She would say this and use her hands to demonstrate the fork in the road.
I haven’t always chosen the ‘good’ road in her eyes. But that’s because the good road was fucking boring as hell. And I clearly had stuff to learn down that big, bumpy bad-ass road.
Sure there have been consequences.
But 38 years getting around in this 60kg shell with arms and legs and a head has gifted me a new definition of good. I know now that what’s ‘good’ isn’t always true and if you have a choice true should always win.
My mama’s other favourite saying? “Life is what you make it.” I love that. I teach that. I live that and I share it with my children now.
You can have your dream life. You really can. As long as you stay true and not ‘good’.