Who needs instructions anyway, right? Not this girl….because I am guaranteed to have lost them no sooner than I opened the proverbial box, and if you ask either of the men in my house…they “didn’t see any instructions” anyway.
Why, you might ask? Why did I lose the instructions? Well, because I lose everything. No matter what nifty little DIY organizational tips I try to incorporate into my every day life, or how many variations of post-it note reminders I post on every surface of everything I come into contact with, I would still lose my head if it weren’t attached. I believe they coined that phrase just for people like me.
I remember my childhood phone number from over 20 years ago…205-833-7431. I can tell you all of my teachers names, from K-5 through college, and I can tell you that when I caught my first fish I was wearing purple Lee jeans, a white patterned turtle neck and pink Chucks with Tweety-Bird on the side. (What a day for high fashion in the 90s!) But I definitely don’t remember what I needed from the grocery store, when my son’s school project is due, or why I walked into the kitchen 20 minutes ago.
I’m one of those people who actually reads in the instructions that are included in the box. That is my go-to, first step. Which probably explains why I always lose them. Life has a funny way of yanking the table cloth out from underneath you right when you get all of the dishes set. Hey life, i see what you did there.
You know how people often say that they lost their mind when they were pregnant, and just never really got it back. Well, I can only assume that is what happened to mine. Since my pregnancy was well over 12 years ago, I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants for over a decade now. They must be strong pants, huh? Like 1990’s purple Lee Jeans strong.
So back to men of my house, and how they assume nothing comes with instructions, because let’s face it, if it did, they wouldn’t read them anyway. What do we do when the instructions seems to have been misplaced? We do the best we can with what we have. We put the pieces together the best way we know how and hope to achieve a favorable end result. We make it work. Every. Single. Time.
Sure, instruction manuals may be important to some but if I have learned anything in my 32 years, I have learned that life doesn’t come with instructions. Parenting most definitely doesn’t come with instructions. And if there is any sort of manual in existence to help navigate this thing we call “adulthood,” I most certainly haven’t located it yet.
So lose the instructions. Hell, lose them on purpose. Throw them out the window! Take a stroll off the beaten path, and figure out your own way. Brave new adventures. Lean on those around you and find a way to work together and reach a solution to your problem, or face it alone. No matter what life throws at you, don’t look around for someone who has been there before you to provide you with instruction and guidance. Grab life by the horns and hold on tight. Fly by the seat of your pants….if you remembered to put pants on today.