My life is a mess right now. But it's a perfect mess.
I don't have a clue what I'm doing with it. I don't know if what I am doing is right. I don't know which direction I'm supposed to be heading in... although if someone could point me in a good direction, that would be fab. Or even a nudge. I'd take anything.
But I don't think it would be much fun if we all knew what we were supposed to do. We wouldn't appreciate when things, actually, every so often, do go right. We wouldn't be able to laugh at all the stupid decisions we've made before. We wouldn't have the chance to meet everyone we have along the way. We wouldn't be able to learn.
When I look at other people, and where they are with their life, right about now, I'm sometimes tempted to wish that my life was like that. But then I remind myself, that that's their life. Not mine. I want to make my own story, so I'm going to continue to do just that. Whether it ends up being a success, a thrill, or just a down-right comedy, it's going to be my story to tell.
So while, yes, I'm in a bit of a pickle at the minute, I'm going to get myself out of this little pickle, and be able to look back, laugh, and learn, from all of the pickles I have, and am certainly going to, find myself in.
Because that's what life's all about, right? (....No, not pickles.) Learning and making mistakes, but laughing about said mistakes along the way with your nearest and dearest. And then reminding them of their very own daft and ditzy moments. And actually, I wouldn't have it any other way.