Day 27 – A Quote You Try to Live By
30 Day Writing Challenge
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Ahh, this post is late. But technically because I haven’t gone to sleep yet, I still consider this to be the same day even though the clock has ticked past midnight. So, forgive me, if you will, but this is still Day 27 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge for me. After I fall asleep and wake up, then we can talk about Day 28.
So, a quote that I try to live by. Well, even though this story is a total cliché, I’m going to tell you anyway. You’re the one that signed up for this, right?
A few years ago, I think I’m going on three now, I was getting over a bad break up, was suffering through a terrible roommate situation with someone that I have known literally since the day I was born – that’s another story for another time – and one of my best friends (the sister of my crazy roommate actually) had to take a two week trip to the middle of nowhere to help out at her uncle’s lodge. I was going to go with her, for moral support. We were going to be in the middle of the woods for two weeks. You would have needed moral support too.
Before we set out on the 16 hour drive, we decided that we would finally get our matching tattoos. Now, we had decided a long time ago that we should get matching tattoos, but you know how that always works out, right? You write something that means so much to you on your body that only your best friend understands, and then you and your best friend end up never talking again.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen to us. I still love the tattoos, and I look at them at least once a day, and its something that means something to each of us.
The one on my left wrist says, “breathe” and the one of my right wrist says “dream”. We got them in white so that the only way someone would know that we had them is if we told them. They are pretty awesome. While we both decided on these words very quickly, we chose them for different reasons.
I chose breathe because whenever things get hard, and I feel like there’s a boulder strapped to
my ankle, I tell myself to just breathe. Have you ever seen the show Lost? There’s a scene where Jack, the handsome neurosurgeon, is about to operate on a women he is not sure he can save. He says, in that moment, when time is precious, and panic is threatening to overtake him, he only allows himself thirty seconds to let the panic over. Just thirty seconds. When those thirty seconds are up, he takes a deep breath and he gets to work. He fixes the problem.
He perfectly described how I feel about the word breathe. Whenever I feel like things are getting to be too much, I take a deep breath.
Dream is on my wrist because I like to dream big. Both of us, my best friend and I, are lazily ambitious. We want to do big things, and make a big splash, but we have trouble getting started or staying motivated. Each day, I look at the tattoo and remind myself that I can either stay asleep and watch my dreams, or I can wake up and chase them.
I’m happy to say that more often than not, I’m chasing them.