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So, I joined a the "100 words" community. I like it. This was my first post:
What have I done? The world is brimming! There is so much to see and do when I am static. I do not change; I do not grow. I am stunted! I am insecure and inadequate! Woe that time is dynamic! Tomorrow holds the first step. It ALWAYS comes tomorrow. Not now. The present is my enemy. Tomorrow is my friend. Welcome Tomorrow, may I drink you to the last drop when you become Today. Fill me with relentless optimism as I watch my youth wane. Allow me a life well-spent as death seeks to render me a fleeting shadow.
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I was kinda intimidated to post, but I like the fact that it gets my mind working. Sometimes, I worry that my brain will atrophy.
Things may be looking up, in a way. I have lost four pounds and I have a job interview on Tuesday. I have mixed feelings about the job, though. I would like to land a good job, but I am also not sure where Stephan and I will be in a few months. My Dad has a possible job lead in South Carolina and wants Stephan and Mom to work on the same site. I would work on the site if I could get an office job like Mom, but they reserve those positions for the wives of the more important employees on site. Anyway, if this relocation happens, we will probably be gone for a year or longer. I will bring my dogs with me and we'll rent a house or buy a trailer or something. Part of me feels really sick at the prospect of being away from my hometown for that long, but if I were with my family, it would be bearable. Maybe it'll be pretty there. It's just that I really do love Longview. I don't know why. Everyone else I grew up with wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. I don't have that kind of a conflicted relationship with it, though. This place isn't the smallest and it isn't the largest. It's kinda like what Goldilocks said...it's "just right." I don't want to pick up and go somewhere completely unfamiliar. But, most of all, I don't want to be without Stephan. He is my priority. I guess I will do what I have to do. Past that, I don't know.
I do wonder if I am making too much of it, though. Nothing is set in stone, but I always feel as though it is. I practically have panic attacks over this sort of thing. I wonder if that's an illness. I mean, for all I know, we will stay here and nothing will change. We'll see!
What have I done? The world is brimming! There is so much to see and do when I am static. I do not change; I do not grow. I am stunted! I am insecure and inadequate! Woe that time is dynamic! Tomorrow holds the first step. It ALWAYS comes tomorrow. Not now. The present is my enemy. Tomorrow is my friend. Welcome Tomorrow, may I drink you to the last drop when you become Today. Fill me with relentless optimism as I watch my youth wane. Allow me a life well-spent as death seeks to render me a fleeting shadow.
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I was kinda intimidated to post, but I like the fact that it gets my mind working. Sometimes, I worry that my brain will atrophy.
Things may be looking up, in a way. I have lost four pounds and I have a job interview on Tuesday. I have mixed feelings about the job, though. I would like to land a good job, but I am also not sure where Stephan and I will be in a few months. My Dad has a possible job lead in South Carolina and wants Stephan and Mom to work on the same site. I would work on the site if I could get an office job like Mom, but they reserve those positions for the wives of the more important employees on site. Anyway, if this relocation happens, we will probably be gone for a year or longer. I will bring my dogs with me and we'll rent a house or buy a trailer or something. Part of me feels really sick at the prospect of being away from my hometown for that long, but if I were with my family, it would be bearable. Maybe it'll be pretty there. It's just that I really do love Longview. I don't know why. Everyone else I grew up with wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. I don't have that kind of a conflicted relationship with it, though. This place isn't the smallest and it isn't the largest. It's kinda like what Goldilocks said...it's "just right." I don't want to pick up and go somewhere completely unfamiliar. But, most of all, I don't want to be without Stephan. He is my priority. I guess I will do what I have to do. Past that, I don't know.
I do wonder if I am making too much of it, though. Nothing is set in stone, but I always feel as though it is. I practically have panic attacks over this sort of thing. I wonder if that's an illness. I mean, for all I know, we will stay here and nothing will change. We'll see!