Well, it's our third anniversary today. Yes, we were married on Leap Day. That means it's been twelve years now. Best decision I ever made.
So, we traveled to Singapore to get away for a few days. Traveled most of the day, and now I have stayed up quite late messing around on Facebook, so I'm not going to write much.
Singapore is amazing, and I've only seen a few blocks of it so far. This is my first time here. The photo is of, ummm, umbrellas, I guess you'd call them. We were in a street for pedestrians—buildings on either side—and there are these huge glass umbrellas spanning the width of the street for at least 3 or 4 blocks. They even have enormous air conditioners in them, blowing cold air. So, you're outside, but not really.
Oh, and the lights inside the umbrellas kept softly changing from one hue to another. Amazing. (Although I totally embrace the fact that, after living in a developing country, I am easily impressed.)
I was watching fellow travelers today, thinking about life. The thing is, I don't take myself too seriously anymore. I used to think I was all that. I believed I was smart enough to figure anything out, hard-working enough to accomplish whatever I set my mind to, and adaptable enough to handle almost any situation. Unfortunately, life has set me straight on all counts.
The flip side, though, is that now I have trouble taking anyone seriously. I mean, what is all the bluster and bravado about? Anyone who comes at me with confidence, competence and a sense of being in control, receives my instant cynicism. The more they try to appear to have all together, the less I believe them.
Life is too short to put so much energy into being someone you're not.
And so I traveled today, comfortable and casual (if not a bit lumpy) in my ball cap, knit shirt, jeans and tennies, rolling my inward eyes at these ladies in their tight skirts, button blouses, heels, and flawless make-up. How do they hope to be perceived by others, and why are they trying so hard?
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