Saturday, February 28, 2015
Lessons :: The One Thing I Want to Teach You About Las Vegas (AKA Nothing)
What happens in Vegas... stays online.
That's how the saying goes, right?
At any rate, I went to visit Sin City this past week with my "little" sister Liz (who has actually been taller than me since we were old enough to walk, but whatevs).
We were supposed to stay for two days and it was a fucking blast. We ate too much and drank too often and strolled The Strip until blisters burned our toes. We got hit on by wannabe rappers slinging homemade CDs and popped pennies into machines that ate our money like potato chips. We soaked in a too-cold hot tub with a paraplegic and hung out with senior citizens at a comedy club. We laughed until tears ran down our faces and wore matching outfits as often as possible.
The two days turned to four when my car disappeared.
Because SOMETHING had to go wrong. The vacay was just too perfect. And NOTHING IS PERFECT, y'all.
Not even a pair of sexy almost-twins taking over the biggest tourist town in America.
And as I sat on a dirty curb in front of the tow yard, waiting for my glorious 8-year-old Pontiac to get pulled up, I racked my brain for something to tell you guys. Where was the lesson? What could I teach you about my experience? How I could I spin this negative day into a positive, motivating manifesto?
But, to tell you the truth... I couldn't.
I couldn't think of ONE DAMN GOOD THING that you could take away from it.
And that's when I realized that sometimes, life just sucks.
Which is totally okay. We all have shitty days, and that's just the way life goes. Not every day is shitty, but they happen. And it's normal. And we get through them the best we can.
I used to always believe that there was a reason for everything. I still think that there's a reason for most things. But sometimes there's no good, deep, meaningful reason. Sometimes the reason is just that you need to be more responsible with your vehicle. And that's that. Note taken. Moving on.
Having a bad day doesn't mean your life is bad. It just means that you're human and you live on Earth.
(HAHAHA, sorry. That reminds me of when a guy came up to my sis on the street and asked where she's from and she said in an alien voice, "I'm from planet Earth." It was hilar.)
Anywhos. I'm going to get back to my crazy Saturday night of budgeting, scheduling and preparing for March. Even though, as we know, life doesn't always go as planned. It's nice to have some ideas, though.
Which is why I'm a life coach. And I freaking love my job. Because I love YOU.
But next time I go to Nevada, I'm flying.