I Want to Live My Best Life
I want to start living my best life. Oprah talks about Living Your Best Life and look at her! She’s doing it! Is there anyone on the planet living a better life than Oprah? Nope. Except, maybe, Beyoncé. (It’s a tossup when it comes to whether Oprah or Beyoncé is living a better life. Beyoncé is a much better dancer, but Oprah has Gayle.)
If I’m going to Live My Best Life, I need to do something about my car. It’s a minivan. And it’s dirty. Really dirty. I need to clean it immediately.
Cleaning my minivan was not my highest priority until this morning when my son drew on the dusty passenger door with his finger. And, technically, he didn’t draw, he wrote. My son took his finger and wrote the word “poop” on my car.
I do want to point out that he spelled the word “poop” correctly. I want to find a silver lining because Living Your Best Life is about finding silver linings when possible. And my son’s spelling was perfect! Hooray for that small but important detail! But, no matter how it’s spelled, “poop” is an unacceptable word for someone who is Living Her Best Life to have on her car.
If my son had written “breathe” or “meditate” I might just leave it. But he didn’t. He can’t even spell “meditate” or “breathe” because each has a silent “e.” That’s a shame. This whole mess could have been avoided had the words “meditate” and “breathe” been easier to spell. Or had my six-year-old son been a better speller. Dammit!
Living Your Best Life obviously involves having 3 kids.