I think it’s human nature – perhaps female nature? – to flat out romanticize situations. You get caught up in the what-if’s and the possibilities and forget the facts and all the billion reasons why it’s not a good idea. Everything is so much better with the blinders and the rose colored glasses, you only see what is good, and not what is really there. It’s hard to break out of that, it’s hard to keep yourself logical. I hate not being logical.
Things don’t always work out the way you wish they would. 100% of the time, that is for the best. Yes, I mean that. 100% of the time. Because there is always something better. A better job, a better car, a better home, a better person. At least that’s what I have to tell myself when things don’t pan out in the ridiculous, outlandish, crazily perfect way that I always envision. Not getting what you want builds character, helps you accept life for what it is. Or something like that. Honestly though? I’m really a brat that gets pretty upset when I don’t get what I want. Or who I want. I eventually get to the point that I am okay with it, though. Eventually.
Here’s the real issue; I am a perpetual ‘grass is greener’ person. It’s horrible. I always think, “Things would be better if…” and that just isn’t the case. Being happy in the moment, in who you are, in the life that God has given (which is more than I have ever deserved), that’s a really difficult place to get to and ultimately live. Things are really, really good. When I back up and stop counting all of the things I don’t have and start counting all of the things I do have, it’s not even close in comparison. Not even in the ballpark. I am so blessed and fortunate and should be embarrassed to ever consider myself otherwise.
Getting back to the point of things not working out the way you think they should; Is there a better feeling than the feeling of knowing you’re finally over a situation? You’ve thought about it, harped on it, thought it was a great idea, whined about it, cried about it, prayed about it, gotten angry about it, and finally gotten to the point that it just doesn’t matter anymore. You’re just over it. This happened to me recently, and I can clearly look back on the situation and know why it happened the way it did (and the way it didn’t) and realize it was all for the best. The entire situation, just like everything, God worked together for my good. You can’t beat that.