“Your heart must become a sea of love. Your mind must become a river of detachment.”- Sri Chinmoy
Well, I can’t believe it’s Wednesday already. It seems as though the week (and time for that matter) just flies by these days. I had a little bit of extra time today and decided to throw out a quote. After these past few weekends this quote has had so much meaning.
Let’s begin with the important information: breakups suck. This does not mean that all guys suck and that you should give up on love. Most guys do suck. Love is great. But over-thinking things in love cause incredibly sane, down-to-earth people do crazy a** sh*t. I know because I was there.
I have always thought about damaging a boyfriends blank or zip tying his car or whatever. I have never done any of those things. Well, up until 2 weeks ago I had never done any of those things to one of MY ex-boyfriends. Was it fun? Absolutely. Was it stupid? Absolutely. Was it worth it? Absolutely. The moral of the story: if your best friend needs you to go and help her burn her ex boyfriends clothes outside of his house and let the air out of his tires and she’s been crying about this the entire weekend- you absolutely do it. And here’s why: sometimes you just have to get over that guy so that you can move on and enjoy the rest of your life. If burning his clothes is going to give you closure: do it.
Never stop loving. Just stop thinking about things so much.
My entire life I have been an over-thinker. I over think EVERYTHING. (No, really.) Everything important has to go how I planned it. Things never just get to happen. I think about my anxiety and how stressed I have been lately and I wonder that if I didn’t plan out every single second of my life and just let life happen if I would be so much happier. I cannot control other people’s actions. Only my own. I can NOT control if the boy I drank with last summer is going to show up at the bar and hit on me. I can NOT control if the person at the other end of the phone is going to buy the product that I’m trying to sell them that they really need to be successful. And I CANNOT control the idiot driving the car in front of me or whether I’m going to get that second interview or whether my sister is going to road trip to Chicago this weekend to hang out with my best friend and me. The list goes on.
Here’s what I can control: I can make sure that I don’t flirt back with the boy at the bar. I can make sure that the person on the other line has the best experience possible with me and that they consider buying the product down the road. I can realize that I leave for work 45 minutes early and driving the speed limit will not cause me to be late for work and that I can work my butt off at work so that the managers regret not asking me in for an interview and you can better believe I’m going to have a ball in Chicago with my best friend even if Sarah can’t make it. I can control my attitude. And that’s not over-thinking, that’s just being. Being in the moment. Life is not defined by one moment but by millions of moments that can be ruined if not taking advantage of the opportunity. Over-thinking robs you of happiness. And over-thinking robs you of real love.
xoxo