Skipping ItSkip It ... Just Skip It
In life, you can't do everything, no matter how hard you try. You can't be everything for everyone. Some days, you can't even be anything for anyone. Sometimes, you just have to say, "I think I'll skip it."
You're allowed. You can check out of life's little dilemmas, its hopeless heartaches, its endless demands. When it's all too much, just skip it.
Like ... it's really OK to let the phone ring until hell freezes over when you need some time to yourself. Oh, sure, that call might be important, might be someone wanting to share tragic news, someone in need of your comfort, or better still, someone offering you a chance to win a free cruise, but so what? Skip it. Just skip it.
And like ... people who hang around you at home or at work. What's the deal? Everyone wants you to do this or do that for them. This one wants to know what's for dinner, and that one wants you to give them a ride to the market or the airport. What the schmuttering? Where is it written in blood that you will always be there for them? Shake your head once in a while, and tell those needy folks that you're skipping it today, and maybe tomorrow as well.
Got voices in your head? Got one of those little half-crazy internal executive assistants with some weird form of OCD, a prodding little nuisance that keeps reminding you to take control of your life, to make sure you eat properly, exercise daily, floss, say your prayers, or at least pretend to say them.
Oh yes, and then there's Marcy's birthday coming up, Angie is getting married, and Pete is getting buried. Whole lot of shaking going on ... so don't forget, don't forget ... good grief ... skip it, just skip all of it.
Knock, knock.
Who's there? No wait. I don't care. Stay out there, 'cause today I'm just skipping it.
In life, you can't do everything, no matter how hard you try. You can't be everything for everyone. Some days, you can't even be anything for anyone. Sometimes, you just have to say, "I think I'll skip it."
You're allowed. You can check out of life's little dilemmas, its hopeless heartaches, its endless demands. When it's all too much, just skip it.
Like ... it's really OK to let the phone ring until hell freezes over when you need some time to yourself. Oh, sure, that call might be important, might be someone wanting to share tragic news, someone in need of your comfort, or better still, someone offering you a chance to win a free cruise, but so what? Skip it. Just skip it.
And like ... people who hang around you at home or at work. What's the deal? Everyone wants you to do this or do that for them. This one wants to know what's for dinner, and that one wants you to give them a ride to the market or the airport. What the schmuttering? Where is it written in blood that you will always be there for them? Shake your head once in a while, and tell those needy folks that you're skipping it today, and maybe tomorrow as well.
Got voices in your head? Got one of those little half-crazy internal executive assistants with some weird form of OCD, a prodding little nuisance that keeps reminding you to take control of your life, to make sure you eat properly, exercise daily, floss, say your prayers, or at least pretend to say them.
Oh yes, and then there's Marcy's birthday coming up, Angie is getting married, and Pete is getting buried. Whole lot of shaking going on ... so don't forget, don't forget ... good grief ... skip it, just skip all of it.
Knock, knock.
Who's there? No wait. I don't care. Stay out there, 'cause today I'm just skipping it.
I have a rule about answering a knock on my front door when I'm not expecting company: I don't answer it. And, a few times phone calls have gone to voice mail simply because I didn't feel like talking to anyone. So, sweetie pie, I've done a lot of "skipping" in my day, and I don't regret it one bit. Great blog ... xxx
ReplyDeleteThe older I get, the more I skip. I would rather spend the last whatever years of my life doing what I want to do and not what everyone else wants me to do, though sometimes I dread doing something someone else has decided I should do, but then I actually enjoy myself. But all in all, skipping it is not such a bad idea because most times I just don't want to do what "you" need or want me to do.
ReplyDeleteI rarely answer my phone. I let it go to voicemail unless I see it is certain people who I am always happy to talk to.
i wonder why...more and more and more people are joining this skipping cult...
ReplyDeleteWhat the schmuttering?...lol ..I just know that's gonna stick in my head. skippety do dah, skippety ay.... now you've got me singing too.
ReplyDeleteJust skip it. Skip it good!. (works with the Devo song too!) ..ok, I'm being silly. sorry. it's all the skipping. :)
Love this...and the song too.
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