I was talking to my pal Bianca the other day about letting go, which mostly sucks if you
were wondering.
Letting go of looking a certain way, letting go of getting
great grades, letting go of unrealistic dreams and then just kinda chilling in
the land of being okay with having no control over your life.
Letting go of
control—I think that is the biggest one.
As I talked with her, she was sitting in her car chatting
and laughing with me as she waited for her seven kids to hopefully dress,
water, and feed themselves, so I knew I she wasn’t being a hypocrite—she really
did know how to let go.
(I still don’t know if her kids ended up being able to dress
and feed themselves, or if they went to school naked and hungry. I’ve tried not
to think about it.)
In the middle of my first class that morning, we had a five
minute water break to go pee or eat some snacks. I ran to the bathroom quick
and stopped in my steps when I looked in the mirror. Somehow in the course of
my morning I had either sat in something terribly yucky or I had (unknowingly)
kinda took a bathroom break in my pants, because I had huge brown stains all up
and down my BRIGHT yellow shorts. They were extremely noticeable, and in all
the right places.
There is absolutely nothing to do in situations like that, you know?
I’ll let you in on a secret about BYU—everyone looks good all of the freaking time. (I think every
girl hates this except like 2 of them, which is why I am taking an initiative
on breaking the trend.) I was all about that sweats life in high school, and
then I got to BYU and I had culture shock with the amount of time I was
supposed to spend looking good. I tried for about two days, and then I went
back to 3 minute showers. It was an exhausting two days, let me tell you.
I decided right then and there looking at my poop-looking
stains in the bathroom mirror that I was going to start a REVOLUTION against
the insanely amount of beautiful and perfectly-looking girls on BYU campus.
(See below for examples of how I am starting this movement. So far it hasn’t
caught fire, but I know it will.)
I waddled out of the bathroom and around the halls and back
into my classroom repeating in my head “I’m
awesome. Wow. I’m so awesome!” I actually convinced myself I was awesome.
Sometimes there is nothing to be done, so you let go, and you own it.
Your kids may go to school clothes-less and you may see every
person you know walking from school to work with terrible stains on your pants,
but you let go and it’s actually a lot more fun than having yellow shorts
without stains.
