It’s easier to have a BADitude.

There. I said it. It’s easier to have a bad attitude than a good one – a baditude if you will. (I did not coin this, I have no idea who did, but if it was you, consider this your personal shout out). Sometimes, I have a baditude. I’m happy, but my attitude can still suck. I’ve been trying to figure out how I get myself entrenched in baditude-land (a much shittier version of Disney land) and I’ve come to the conclusion that it is simply easier.

It’s easier to believe rumors and lies and your own misinterpretations than it is to challenge yourself and your deep-rooted beliefs. It’s easier to assume that your presumptions are right, than it is to trust what you are actually seeing firsthand.

It’s easier to take what people say as a big fat truth of life than it is to remind yourself that their opinion is smaller than a grain of salt in the scheme of things.

It’s easier to assume you’re just disliked, for no reason at all, than it is to own up to your mistakes.

It’s easier to play the victim than it is to be the story’s hero.

It’s easier to wake up, have a bad moment, and call it a bad day than it is to brush it off as a bad five minutes, count your blessings, and do something to turn your day around.

It’s easier to read/hear emails and texts (and even conversations) in tones to fit your narrative than it is to stay true to actual narrative.

It’s easier to brush someone off as mad, or upset, or even crazy, than it is to take a moment to check in with your friends, and even those strangers, that really might need a friend and just a tiny bit of validation.

It’s easier to avoid sad people, so you don’t feel sad yourself.

It’s easier to see the flaws in others, than it is to admit you may, just possibly, be a little flawed yourself.

It’s easier to believe the stories you make up in your head and your baseless conclusions than it is to give someone the benefit of the doubt.

It’s definitely easier to sit in bed and watch other people’s lives unfold, as they work toward their dreams and goals, instead of getting up and doing the work for your goals yourself.

It’s easier to feel sorry for yourself than it is to feel proud of yourself.

It’s easier to plan to do better and to be better, than it is to actually do better and be better.

It’s easier to assume the worst, to expect the least, and to always be prepared for disappointment – whether it be from yourself or others, than it is to practice optimism and having faith.

It’s easier to get mad and lash out than it is to admit that you are hurt and be upset.

It’s easier to hold grudges and stay mad than it is to forgive… and then actually practice that forgiveness.

It’s easier to just “be sad” than it is to actively pursue what makes you happy.

It’s easier to not pursue your goals and to abstain from your passions than it is to face the possibility of disappointing yourself.

It’s easier to assume you cannot, instead of proving to yourself that you can.

But… easier isn’t always better, my friends.

To illustrate: it’s easier to rack up credit card debt than it is to pay it off. It’s easier to buy the puppy than it is to actually train the puppy. It’s easier to assume your dental hygiene is fine than it is to go to the dentist. IT IS EASIER TO FAKE PLAN YOUR PINTEREST PERFECT WEDDING THAN IT IS TO ACTUALLY PLAN THAT M-FER. But still, that doesn’t make these things right, or fair, or even justified. Woe is reality.

Take the road less traveled. It will not be easy, it will not have the footprints of the predecessors before us, who opted for simple. It will have obstacles like tragedy, and frustration, and disappointment. It will have distractions like gossip, and misinterpretations, and hurt feelings. It will take work, it will take dedication. But wouldn’t you rather be proud of yourself than tired of yourself?

I would.

Sunny daze ahead, sweet friends (most likely). 🌞

Published by SunnyDazeAhead

Well... it's happening, due to high demand, and my monstrous ego, I've decided to blog. Simply put, I can't imagine who wouldN'T want to read my crazy antics and get to know the inner-workings of my semi-stable brain. Maybe, you'll laugh (hopefully, WITH me). Maybe you'll cry or maybe you'll get bored. It's really up to you what you take from this, all I can promise is brutal honesty, a heavy dose of sarcasm, some cuss words (I am who I am, sorry dad), and a little insanity. My mom has also recommended I share some of my recipes.. so maybe that too. The face behind the blog is... hard to put into words and words are "kinda" my thing. I am loud, I am outspoken, I am silly, I am sarcastic. I am wildly defensive of my loved ones. I have an anxious mind and I spend a LOT of time trying to keep my brain from spiraling into worst case scenarios. I work hard to keep my mind a happy, optimistic place, which I have come to realize is not my mind's natural habitat. I spend almost all my time with my three dogs: Lucy, Brantley, and Zeppelyn, who I am convinced are the greatest beings on the planet. I probably love my parents TOO much, but I am blessed to share a very close friendship with both and it is REALLY important to me that I never take that for granted. I love a boy, I have loved the same boy for years now, and I moved for him and honestly; home is where he is. Fine, his name is Matt and he is most definitely TAKEN, so back off ladies. I am a KC Native; a Jayhawk by choice, and an Omaha- Transplant. I spent my entire life telling everyone I was going to be a doctor, only to turn out to be an attorney in the scheme of things (I am proud of that, it is just not where I saw my life going). I am often convinced that I should have been born in a small town (John Cougar Mellencamp- Style) and any part of my heart not occupied by the dogs and Matt, is occupied by the late, but no less great Star, my horse/partner/best friend of 15 years. That's right, I am a former "Horse Hottie" and it is one of my favorite things about myself. Otherwise, I try to be a kind, generous, and a good person. Sometimes, I think I am misunderstood, and other times, I am understood a little too well. My face will tell you anything that I SOMEHOW manage to filter my mouth from saying. Oh, and I think I need all baby animals: zoo animals, farm animals, ALL the animals. That should pretty much wrap it up -- I'm Ashley; Enneagram: Whatever. In truth, I don't know what my mission is here. I don't foresee myself saving lives, talking people off the ledge, or providing sage, creative or original life advice. I am not a parent, so parenting-advice shall not be offered. I avoid controversial topics like the plague, I don't have the urge to lead you to the Lord (but he is pretty cool if you are open to the idea), and I have no idea on how to teach, craft, DIY, counsel, or even really advise. But I can repeat what I have learned, I can tell stories, and (sometimes) I can make people laugh. Writing makes me happy. I hope my writing makes you happy. So buckle up, strap in, glue your helmet to your damn head, empty your bladder and do whatever it is that you have to do to prepare for a ride.. a wild ride. A star-studded, bronc bucking, rodeo type of ride... my very favorite type. 💃🏼 Sunny daze ahead friends, probably. ❤️

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