Assume – Makes an @$$ Outta U & Me – or maybe just me

Assume – Makes an @$$ Outta U & Me – or maybe just me

I make way too many assumptions and they’re usually wrong. Here are just a few.

Assumption #1: That aggressive driver? Oh, yeah. My bad. That pushy tailgater riding my bumper? I’m quick to assume that I must’ve made them mad with my driving. Maybe I’m too slow or use my signal too liberally. But guess what? It seems that’s just the way these folks drive. I’ve watched them zoom past me and tailgate the next car, then the next. So the ugly truth is, it’s nothing personal.

Jenn's Bumper Sticker
A bumper sticker I designed after too many harried commuteshey pass me and…. the truth is…they drive like that all the time. Yep. Inevitably they zoom past just to hug the next car’s bumper. It’s nothing personal.

Assumption #2: Salad is the healthiest menu option. Truth – not always. Add lots of cheese and dressing and croutons and deep-fried chicken and you’re eating more carbs and fat on that salad than what’re in your average cheeseburger. Read the calorie count before you order. Otherwise you’ll unknowingly eat your way back into those fat jeans.  (Do any of you remember the Seinfeld episode where the friends got hooked on non-fat froyo and they all gained weight?)

yoga pantsAssumption #3: Now that I’m middle-aged, I need to dress a certain way. Hmm. Truth – Not according to this hilarious article via the Huffington Post. Well, I guess since my expiration date is looming, I can wear whatever the bleep I want. Carpe yoga pants!

Assumption #4: I can do everything myself. Ha. Hee hee hee. What a load of bologna. Asking for help is my Achilles heel (I almost typed Achilles hell – Freudian), but I need to ask. Everything I do is better when I invite others into the process. Everything. Whether it’s planning a fundraiser, doing an art project, or writing a novel, other hands and eyes make my efforts shine. When I try to tackle stuff all by my lonesome, I end up stressed, frayed at the ends and bitter like unsweetened chocolate.

A photograph, taken and colorized by my father, Gary Riley in the early 70s
A photograph, taken and colorized by my father, Gary Riley in the early 70s

Assumption #5: I’ll be around for my next birthday. It’s something I try to control with exercise and diet, but the truth is, there is a large amount of variability in life. Any given day could be my last. That thought doesn’t depress me, in fact it helps me to live mindfully. I say my peace in real time. I let go of hurts. I hug my kids (often against their will) and I smile at my husband, letting him know that as hectic as the pace of our life is, we’re in this together. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

So, this week, I’m going to try to assume less. I’m going to give the world the benefit of the doubt and try to make that my new habit. <3

2 thoughts on “Assume – Makes an @$$ Outta U & Me – or maybe just me

  1. I think it’s human nature to make assumptions. (I make the same assumptions about salad, by the way!) I’ve gotten so old that I can dress anyway I want and people just assume I’m an eccentric old kook!

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