Cosmic Irony

Despite my ever frustrating inability to properly understand and use the word “ironic,” (Alanis really ruined that for everyone) I have been presented with a proper application. I think. I Googled it to make sure. My friends say if it is on the internet, it’s true. So behold, I present a truth of cosmic irony.

Cosmic irony: taunting from the universe. Example: You work for the Department of Middle Eastern Studies and are granted a week long tripcation touring the country of Egypt. For free. While also getting paid. However, not barely a month prior to departure, the country breaks out into the largest, longest and most organized revolution of modern history. After weeks of unfortunate and unnecessary violence, the stubborn president remains unmoved. You wait, you hope but alas, nothing improves. This guy does not give up easy and the trip remains in limbo. Finally, the call must be made and the airline pulls all flights scheduled over the next month as a result of the volatile situation. Not barely 36 hours after your tickets are canceled, the president finally steps down and thus begins the return of peace to Egypt. Thirty-six hours.

Really?! Come on!

In my egocentric world, it feels a bit like the fates must be having quite the laugh at my expense right now. Some (my mom) call it a sign to stay the heck out. Regardless of karma, luck, fate, destiny or apocalypses I will not be walking like an Egyptian any time soon.

On the upside, it looks like democracy has found its way into another country, possibly cracking open the door for missionary work (fingers crossed). Also, now I can say it took a revolution to keep me out of Egypt. Trust me, it's ironic.

Wrinkle Me This

I just read an article about wrinkles. Apparently, my new age bracket leaves me susceptible to wrinkles and I am strongly encouraged to take cautionary measures. Terrible. Naturally, I spent 20 minutes examining my face in the mirror assessing the situation. Thanks to great porcelain skin genes along with a distracting hair color, there is no need to panic. Plus, I decided that I'm alright with my blooming wrinkles, they are just a result of all my smiling anyway. Those are the best kind.

A wise friend says turning thirty was the best decision he ever made. I roll my eyes and make a weird noise every time he says it, but I know what he means. Life never stops moving, we just get to decide if we hop on board or not. I wasn't ready for thirty, but it sure found me. So now we ride.

I didn't decide to turn thirty, but I'll decide to turn thirty into awesome.