Life Is Tough, But I Know I Am Tougher.
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I’m tired. I’m too young to be this fucking tired. I’m tired of older generations bemoaning the existence of on-the-cusp millennials, millennials, and those younger than us.
They say we are too idealistic, too coddled, not humble enough. I call bullshit. The world needs a little idealism right about now. And I will be the first to humbly admit that the older I get, the more I realize I don’t know a lot about a whole lot.
I don’t know how to properly fold a fitted sheet or what it means to have hospital corners when making a bed. You know what? Fuck Martha Stewart for setting impossibly high standards when it comes to bed-making.
I don’t know how to poach an egg, nor do I know the correct proportions for a James-Bond-caliber martini. I’m okay with leaving poached eggs and martinis to the professionals.
I don’t know how to tie a cherry stem or unwrap a Starburst with my tongue. I certainly don’t believe the myth that the lack of these skills makes me a terrible kisser. I’m a fantastic kisser.
I don’t know how to whittle wood or start a campfire with two sticks and my bare hands. I’m pretty sure if the Hunger Games happened in real life, I would be the first to be axed.
All kidding aside, yes, there is a lot in this world I don’t know and have yet to learn. But don’t let my age or youthful appearance fool you. My old soul has traveled far and has seen much. I have paid attention.
So let me tell you a few things I do know — knowledge I deem as a reward for my endurance so far.
I know that instead of labels like black or white, male or female, all human beings should come with a label that reads Fragile, handle with care.
I know that spending an afternoon with a dog has taught me more about pure, unconditional love than any time I’ve ever spent with another human being.
I know my pain is my pain, and it is futile to compare it to anyone else’s. I actively choose to be empowered by it rather than be its victim. It is my truth and nobody else’s.
I know that having moments of introversion and being quiet in group situations does not make me less than. I’ll speak up when I have something to say.
I know I need more clutching-my-sides, peeing-my-pants, tears-spewing-from-my-eyes laughter in my life. Laughter, after all, is one of life’s sweet releases, and if nothing else, it is a barometer for joy and deep authentic connection.
I know my voice demands to be heard. It will be heard on my terms. It is my birthright to use it how and when I wish. No one can take that away from me.
I know I am so excited and totally up for the adventures that lie ahead. And the challenges too. Because life is tough, but I know I am tougher.
So if anyone wants to talk more about what I know and don’t know, I’ll be outside challenging Martha Stewart to a fitted sheet folding contest.
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Kathleen Majorsky is a part-time writer, a part-time holistic health coach, and a part-time event planner. While she is still trying to figure out what she wants to be when she grows up, writing creatively is a sweet release for her. If you are lucky, you might catch her at a spoken word event performing one of her pieces. Her creativity is birthed through her commitment to meditating on the beach in San Diego every morning. When she is not meditating on the beach or cooking, she is taking road trips and seeking out experiences that will keep her on her toes. She maintains an ongoing bucket list that she keeps on her desktop. She believes everybody has the capacity to be creative, and loves to honor people in their quest to playfully discover their true creative selves. She also believes creativity and love will save the world.
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