Last night, somewhere around the tipping point (sober/drunk) I had a thought. I was in the bathroom at a friend’s house. Isn’t it always in the bathroom that you have the biggest revelations especially with you’re not sober?
Anyway, I had this thought but I am not sure if I can make it clear.
I realized I can’t “be”, I can only “am”. Man that sounds ridiculous.
Here is what I mean. I am always trying to be something, be a nice girl, be an interesting person, be a writer, be a Texan, be…you catch my drift right. Well, I realized I was using up all my energy being when the only thing I could really do is just exist. I am Sydney. I am a nice girl. I am an interesting person. I don’t have to “be” anything, I already am.
And if I’m not then I’m not.
Whoa. Dude.
This Zen moment was brought to you courtesy Michelob Ultra.
