Inpursuitof

Compromise. The very word is full of logic and ideals and maturity and a smidgeon of disappointment. You give up a little something and get a little something back. The perfect answer to a difficult situation. It’s so demoralisingly adult, full of the promise of a well-rounded thoughts and rational decisions.

Everyone wants to get their own way, even though we’re not really supposed to after the age of 8 and 3/4. And everyone has a plan of some sort, whether a full-blown image of a specific point in your future or a vague idea of a white picket fence. So what happens when that changes? Or, harder, when you have to decide to make that change? Giving up a little bit of what you can see to get a little bit of what you’re looking for makes perfect sense. So why is it so hard? It’s not easy to look at the bits of your future and cauterize a little slice of it. You’re looking at the now and the then, wondering how it’s all going to fit together and what the final painting will be. Do you stick it out now and trade off the potential for something great in the certainty of something good?

Sometimes, admitting that you’re not going to get everything you thought you would takes more guts than it does to pursue your goals. I reckon it comes down to deciding what’s the most important. What do you want the most and what are you willing to let go of to get it? Compromise. It’s just trading shit.

1) A wedding gift to our lovely boys

2) The newsagent watching my bedraggled self buy anything with an e number and carbs

3) The rest of the wedding party