I don’t get how some girls just don’t get worked up about stuff. And I am totally jealous of them. Like, hello! You should be freaking out about this right now. You should be having a melt down. How are you not totally and completely stressed out of your mind?!?!
Last night, I volunteered to teach bible stories to a group of kids at an after school program in a low-income neighborhood. Partway through the night, I was talking with my friend Diana – a gorgeous, newly engaged twenty-something – as she reached into her purse and–
“Ugh!” Her white-and-gold Michael Kors iPhone case was covered in gooey, melted chocolate. She started digging through her purse and gingerly pulled out the culprit: a half-unwrapped Hershey’s bar. Diana started laughing as she shook her head and said, “One of the kids must have stuck that in there!”
She went right on with our conversation as if nothing had happened. She was laughing and smiling, completely unfazed by the fact that the entire inside of her purse was full of smeared brown goo that looked like poo. A gooey, pooey mess, and she’s still smiling.
I was floored. And insanely jealous of her attitude. She’s kind of a high maintenance girl from a materialistic perspective – Prada bags, Kendra Scott jewelry, business clothes from The Limited and Banana Republic. But what I realized last night is that, although she may be materialistic, she is low maintenance from an emotional perspective. In that regard, I’m the one who is high maintenance! Me. High Maintenance. What?
I’ve never seen myself that way before. I’m rocking a $15 purse from Target, and my fashionista self has been sporting the same pair of plain black heels to work for two years. What can I say? I’m practical and down-to-earth when it comes to material goods. If only I could say the same about my emotional state!
I’m a Christian. Diana’s a Christian. I know that I should not be anxious for anything (Phil. 4:6), that I should cast my cares on God (Ps. 55:22), and that prayer will result in my heart and mind being guarded by the peace of God (Phil. 4:7). But I get worked up about stuff. Easily. I am easily frustrated, quick to anger and live in a perpetual state of stress. Diana, on the other hand, in all her fashionista-ness, has a lightness of heart that stems from her faith in the truths of God’s goodness and sovereignty.
I’m like totally J of Diana’s fabulous outlook on life and, like, I just can’t. I seriously need her mad skills. She’s on fleek. Hashtag killin’ it. Low maintenance girl right here. Am I right, ladies?
Authentically Aurora
When you get worked up, the only person you’re hurting is yourself. Don’t sweat the small stuff!
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LOL! I love this. Emotionally high maintenance, yes, that’s it precisely. Never mind the material things, I require perfect order in my world. Unfortunately the world has conspired against me and I have totally lost the battle, but I do recognize the urge. I think it was Carlin who said, “don’t pet the sweaty stuff, and don’t sweat the petty stuff.” Words of wisdom there 😉
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Ha! I’ll have to remember that one! The world has conspired against me, too… 😉 No sweating petty stuff!!!
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I don’t sweat the big stuff. I sweat the small stuff. Cause bitterness is in the details. Anyone can be bitter about traffic, the weather and work, but who else can be bitter about socks, fluorescent light bulbs, gates and naps? This guy and this guy only.
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Bitter Ben, you are such an inspiration to us all!!! ❤
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I try to be a bittersperation for everyone, but a lot of nice people don’t listen to me.
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I guess they’re too busy being bitter about traffic, the weather and work. They don’t realize there are smaller things to be bitter about. Like chocolate melting in your purse.
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Or my ice cream business going belly up because Jerry left me for a sweeter and more profitable Ben. (Today’s post.)
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GREAT POST. That jerk Jerry…
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Yeah, he is a jerk, but really you are going to be a way better partner.
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The damage to the purse would not have bothered me at all, but the loss of the chocolate is another story. In fact, even now, I grieve for that bar of chocolate that did not get eaten. J.
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That’s understandable. When life gives you lemons, throw it back and ask for chocolate.
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I love sharpay! She probably doesn’t mind because she knows she will buy a new one. I would have been freaking out myself. Lol
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Sharpay is my favorite character in HSM. Not sure what that says about me, ha! 😉 Glad to know I’m not the only one who would have been freaking out! Diana made me feel freakish for, well, freaking!
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