Today is the first day of the rest of your life! Why do people say that? Is that addict-speak or what? It’s as if they are saying; everything up until now doesn’t count. Ready, set, go!
Ok so if today is the first day of the rest of my life, I feel ripped off. Where are my tumultuous teen years? Where are my childhood memories? Where are the “in” jokes and the damaging family dynamics that I can blame everything on?!
On the other hand, you don’t remember that time I made a huge ass of myself by drinking a pitcher of shooters and then standing on top of the bar to sing with the band. Sing bad and whiny neill young. Old man, look at my life. Never happened.
Also, I never alienated my husband’s ENTIRE family for real or imagined actions. Never sucked my pet parrot up the vacuum in a cleaning error. Never mistakenly thought I knew how to drive a snowmobile and rammed it into a submerged picnic table in the dark outside a bar in Alaska. Wiped clean, my slate is pure.
Hmm. Maybe I will make today the first day of the rest of my life. Lots of empty pages to fill. I know I can make a better go of it from now on.