Cleo's Dating Blog

When Beauty Slaps You In The Face

Posted on: October 31, 2012

They say that your 20’s is when you go through a lot of changes. Some get married and have children, others learn independence and strength through living alone. As a participant of the latter, I for one am pleased with my arrival at age 25.

When I think back to my early 20’s, I can vividly remember how frustrated I used to get when driving in traffic. Everyday I would literally picture myself with a sharp knife repeatedly stabbing someone in the chest (not that I would actually do it!). I hated everyone on the road and their stupid bumper stickers.

With age, I have learned some patience. I accept traffic as part of my life and remain calm as a result. I know to take the necessary precautions beforehand- have a snack, grab some coffee, pee before leaving- so that my frustration does not escalate to where I am no longer in control.

My friends now may not agree because they did not know the “college me”, but I have also (slowly) learned to limit my alcohol consumption. School was a time when I did not drink to be social, I drank to be wasted. Transitioning to a time in my life where that is no longer the norm has been a challenge. However, after the fiasco of my 25th birthday and the miserable day following, the need to be completely out of control has ran away with my dignity. Good thing I have the rest of my 20’s to find it!

Consequently, my slightly higher level of coherence has made me more aware of the beauty around me. When is the last time you appreciated the warmth of the sun on your face? Do you take an extra moment to fully enjoy a hug from a good friend?

I spent this past weekend in Santa Barbara and it was as though the beauty of life slapped me across the face. “Wake up and realize how gorgeous your life is!” she said. Boohoo if you’re single and you’re starting to get those tiny little veins on your legs from standing too much. Those are minuscule details compared to all of your other blessings.

It is easy to get caught up in schedules, budgeting, career paths, boyfriends, and weight management. Until you open your eyes and see how beautiful this frickin tree is…

You do not have to start being annoyingly optimistic, but curbing the complaining would not hurt either. The only secret to living is to enjoy the moment found within right now and using the senses that God gave you to be stimulated. Feel the wind, anxious butterflies, and crazy love.

Although a challenge everyday, I am taking life for what it is (gorgeous) and dating for what it is (kinda sucky), but being grateful that I am exactly where I am meant to be today. The future is still going to happen and I need not worry.

Speaking of today, Happy Halloween and I look forward to seeing all the slutty pictures on Facebook tomorrow.

Be safe and go easy on the sweets,

Cleo

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3 Responses to "When Beauty Slaps You In The Face"

Ah to be 25 again! Your “snack-coffee-pee” to curb homicidal road rage urges levened with aging (a year or two!) to “wind-butterflies-love” seems a wiser path. My 25th year was spent angrily protesting the Vietnam War (I got stuck in ’68 in the Army for 6 miserable months on active duty), going to law school, working on obtaining civil rights for prisoners and poor urban communities and occasionally “doing The Cleo” and escaping to New York for wild weekends at The Waldorf Astoria (jurassic era rates for the Ivy League were $12/night but coat + tie required in The Lobby Bar).. I treasure great beauty – best found in the eyes of exceptional women (plural intended).

When I was 25 people around me told me to enjoy my youth….and I ignored it….now I am 55 people around me are 25…and I wish I took it more seriously then.

So wonderful! And yes, that frickin tree is beautiful! I love trees. They’re seriously the best. We have LOTS of awesome trees in NorCal. You should come visit them…and me! : )

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