They Call Her Dirty Sally (Silver Bell Legends)

by Amy Matayo

No one celebrates the fallen and discarded because no one wants to admit it could happen to them. But we’re all just one misstep away from living an upside-down life while the rest of the world points out all the ways we deserve it.

When you spend your life around rotten people, you wind up in rotten situations. And if you’re not careful, the rotten rubs off, sometimes infecting a body that wasn’t even standing nearby. Everyone forgets that rotten carries a stench that travels far and worms its way inside the lungs to irritate the whole part.

I have whatever luck is left over when the four-leaf-clover dries up and gets forgotten inside a book.

It takes courage to face your fears. But it takes the power away from fear when you have fun doing it.

The insults didn’t register as much as the fear, and that part was all-consuming. Fear paralyzes you when it’s altering your life forever.

It’s bittersweet the moment you’re faced with saying goodbye to a life you thought you hated once you realize you never hated it at all.

Hate’s a heavy burden for anyone to bear, like being pelted with bullets with no hope of them ever letting up.

The clips aren’t short highlight reels of a life already lived; they’re glimpses of all the things that will never, ever happen. Just beyond the fingertips. Barely out of reach, but suddenly miles and miles away.

Sometimes it takes attempting to leave a situation to realize how much you wish to remain in it.

The funny thing is, we spend most of our lives dwelling on the regret around us, not noticing that the blessings are stacked so much higher, right at eye level, where it’s easiest to see.

Blessings. That’s what life is made of. Too many to count. Sometimes it just takes longer to see them. Sometimes it takes swinging your car around and driving in the opposite direction of your plans.

I think the sun is just reminding us of its power to shine.

All I know is that if you sit with trouble, it becomes a comfortable best friend. A way of life when you could have just shrugged it off and aimed for something better.

it comes down to a choice. You can either stay bitter, punishing yourself in the process. Or you can buy the land next door, build a house in the middle of a grove of apple trees, and look ahead to the future. Life is short, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to spend mine paying for someone else’s bad decisions.