Un Vacuous: This morning I woke up juggling

So I've been vacillating on whether to continue with my trip to So-Cal or not. I'm supposed to fly out tomorrow night but circumstances beyond my control have left me somewhat bi-polar. That stupid "Hot & Cold" song by Katy Perry has been playing in my ear for several days now....ugh! I really hate that song now!

It's Super Bowl weekend, Woo hoo! Normally by this time I already have everything planned and ready to go but because of my indecisiveness, I am left with no plan :( Choices especially when you can’t have more than 1 sucks in my book! I’m a strong proponent of why limit yourself to doing one thing if you can do two or three. Why settle to just hitting 1 bar when you can hit up 3 bars on the same block. Why have just Earl Grey when you can add Peppermint to it. Why not have two desserts by sweet talking your date to order one from the menu as well. Life is good and choices make it even better. Herein lays the difficulty. I can’t be at two places at a time. Had I proceeded with my original course of action I was going to be watching the game with my cousin, her hubby, a surfer dude and his crew. But I opted to stay local because I would rather watch the game at the comfort of my own home amongst close friends...another problem. The close friends have all made plans already and I hate crashing parties...not my cup of tea.

Sometimes, too many choices get in the way of achieving what you really set out to do. It can even be a hindrance to your ultimate goal. Choices complicate things if you let it just like my weekend plan. Once I had more time to reflect on my given choices, I opted to stay home. I chose to stay here and be with myself and a close friend. Someone who knows me inside and out and all my little quirks but still find me pleasant to be with. Yup, I'll be hanging out with my dear friend Marge. She's always pulled through for me. I’ll be chillin with her this weekend and her little dog too (in my Wizard of Oz witch voice).

For my Birthday last year, I dragged Marge with me to Hawaii, last minute. When I had the crazy notion to go on a cruise to Mexico, you guessed it, she battled the sea sickness with me. When I wanted to step out of the norm and celebrate Oktoberfest in a real Bavarian town, she booked us a flight to Seattle and drank German beer all day in Leavenworth, WA (A Bavarian town). When I was puking my guts out from drinking one too many Corona’s, and crying my eyes out over a break up, Marge stayed up with me in the wee hours of the morning offering words of comfort.

Marge, if you are reading this, “Thank You” from the bottom of my heart. You are a true friend and I will miss you dearly when you leave. I love/hate the way you put me in my place. I love/hate how you always know exactly what to say, when to say it and how to say it so that I will question everything that I thought was the right thing to do which turned out to be the complete opposite. I love/hate that you are “right”. And I especially love/hate that you are going back to the Philippines because that means that I’ll have another reason to go there but I won’t have a beer drinking buddy anymore :( Baseball season is starting in a couple of months. Who’s going to cry with me when the Red Sox loses? Who’s going to teach me mad skills in bowling? Who’s going to go to the batting cages with me at 10:00 at night?

Oh well, such is life. People come and go. Sometimes they stay for a long while and others only for a short amount of time but enough to leave footprints in your heart.

Choose the people you let in and out of your life wisely. Surround yourself with people that will tell you what you need to hear versus what you want to hear. Sometimes when you think you are being given a choice, it's best to not pick. Just stay put and nurture what you already have. Choices can also hide behind the veil of temptation.

I choose to be in the moment and not get lost in the "what if". I choose happiness over uncertainty. I chose to stay.

Viva La Mexico