Perfect in my Mind

Perfect in my Mind

Friday, May 27, 2011

Guest Post--A Beautiful Day to Be Alive.

So, this little cutie asked me to guest post for her blog while she is on her honeymoon.  She is a doll, but didn't include the pictures and editing of my post.  So you can go over here and check out what I wrote, or you can just read this.  Or you can do whatever you want.  Because I'm not going to boss you around. 

I remember when I graduated from high school someone said to me, “Chelsea, remember your high school days well, because they will be the best days of your life.”  
As I walked, in cap and gown, to receive my high school diploma I suddenly realized something:  high school wasn’t that great.  Sure, I had awesome friends, and was involved in quite a few extra circular activities, but I also felt awkward a lot.  Freshman year through junior year I still had yet to find out who the real Chelsea was.  Surely, high school would not be the highlight of my life.

Several months later, I received the same admonition as I entered University.  “Don’t waste a moment.  These will be the best days of your life.”
 For the most part, college life has been alright.  I’ve met a lot of cool people, and have taken classes that have allowed me to have a deeper perspective on life . . . but boyfriend drama, roommate drama, scheduling drama and other drama all made appearances frequently throughout most any semester.  Would I classify my college years as “the best of my life”?  Hmmm.  I hope not. 

A few years later, as I prepared to marry my husband, I was once again encouraged, “Try to soak up every detail of today—because, really, today will be the best day of your life.”

Everyone says, “My wedding day was perfect.”  You know what?  Mine was, too.  I mean, come on . . . first you get tangible assurance that you’ll be with your very best friend forever, and then you get to go to parties celebrating how awesome you are.   And then a vacation?  All in one day?  Holy guacamole.  Soooo good!
But really, I hate the thought of thinking that I’ve peaked so early in life.  My wedding day was beautiful, yes.  But was it the best day of my life?  Maybe not.  Each day that has proceeded that blessed day has one-uped the last.  I’ve tried to make my todays happier then my yesterdays.

Maybe we cannot define what our best days will be.  Perhaps we are too young, at any age, to do so.  My admonition to you?  Make today a day you will remember.  And do the same tomorrow.  And the day after that.  Because seriously—who wants to have their high school days be the pinnacle of their life?


Mackenzie Waters said...

Chelsea, your post brought tears to my eyes. That's exactly what I needed to hear and couldn't have worded it as eloquently as you. I love you. You inspire me.

The Harrison's said...

Chels your such an inspirational writer. I love reading your posts! And true, I do not want the greatest days of my life to be my high school years!

Lara said...

You are so smart. :)

Because the NEXT thing they'll tell you is that the day your first child is born is the best day of your life. And it is. Just like all the rest. (Although I have never thought high school was the best).

I always look forward to the best day that is just around the corner.

Anne said...

I love this! And I totally agree about life getting better as we go. Harder in some ways, but definitely better.

Mrs. Pancakes said...

Your blog is beautifully laid out!

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