Quality of life
Oy--it would have been perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Now it's all about compromises.
I guess that's life?
(Somehow, it all seems unfair, although I have no right to complain.
When things explode I need to rememeber to take the opportunity to examine the pieces on reassembly to determine which ones are blessings.)
Cheers to Mom, who has had a more adventurous sex life than I ever want to be forced to imagine ever again, and to Whitney Wood, who is, as I write this, giving me the sensible, objective man-to-man run-down of things that I've been needing for some time.
I'm going to dare to let myself think again
that things are going to be alright.
Now it's all about compromises.
I guess that's life?
(Somehow, it all seems unfair, although I have no right to complain.
When things explode I need to rememeber to take the opportunity to examine the pieces on reassembly to determine which ones are blessings.)
Cheers to Mom, who has had a more adventurous sex life than I ever want to be forced to imagine ever again, and to Whitney Wood, who is, as I write this, giving me the sensible, objective man-to-man run-down of things that I've been needing for some time.
I'm going to dare to let myself think again
that things are going to be alright.