Life is a Puzzle; check out ALL the pieces you want in ANY order you want!

“Make it.” What does that even mean when one is living and relying solely on the approval and validation of others? It means nothing, that’s what it means. And, it’s taken me about 365 days to wrap my head around that. It’s taken me 365 days to discover that dreams can shift and change, that what others think doesn’t matter if you’re unhappy, that freaking Master OogWay was right:

The present is a damn gift.

Why should we let our childhood dreams keep us in shackles in the basement? We shouldn’t. The past is history, it’s to be studied and learned from, to make informed decisions by, not to chain yourself to. I mean why would you? Don’t you want to solve the mystery of the future? Don’t you want to explore every puzzle piece, enjoying and examining the texture and color of each piece before placing it? Who says you have to stare at one measly piece you plucked when you were six if that just doesn’t feel like you anymore? And, nobody is saying to throw it out— you know damn well the puzzle isn’t complete without it! But, damn, it’s about time you check out another piece. You can come back to that one again later (if it’s important, you most likely will).

I am imparting this random puzzle-piece analogy of life with you at 7PM because I ODDLY & WEIRDLY feel like I’ve “made it.” I looked at myself in the reflection of the incoming G train & saw this young cute girl with a backpack staring back at me. I got chills as I realized how happy I was. I spent the whole day with kids. I joked around with them, I made fish paper puppets and coin purses with them, I put bandaids on their scraped knees, and played red-light-green-light. I taught them valuable life lessons while sounding like Kermit the Frog. I felt accomplished and wise & yet YOUNG. I felt appreciated 100%, even with their annoying behinds poking fun at my “wrinkly” (cellulite-filled) knees.

There’s a clear reason why I tell these kids I’m sending them to little-people jail. 😂

Now: despite the fact my endless hustle for FAME & RICHES and my torturous ambition to have XOLO MARIDUEÑA as a red carpet date to OUR film has not produced results yet, today felt just as fulfilling as walking a red carpet. (And, FYI so does documenting it. WRITING IS MY DAMN JAM Y’ALL). And, that… THAT IS DAMN OKAY. I am allowed to love more than one thing. I am allowed to shift and focus more on another thing. Shitttt, if it makes me happy, who cares what anyone else thinks?? I know I’m done caring.

I don’t need you to like me, I have about 20 kindergarteners who wrap themselves around my wrinkly legs cuz they love me so much.

So, cheers! Cheers to exploring a new puzzle piece (or two cuz I’m clearly writing WAY MORE now). I hope y’all are exploring pieces that make YOU happy and I hope you keep listening to the voice of your PRESENT selves.

Peace!

Have an amazing HumP-Day 🤪

XOXO,

Kayci Rose