The big 2-0
As these words take form in my mind, I realize that sharing them with everyone isn’t always the best of ideas. Sometimes the world needs to hear what you have to say, and sometimes you merely have to figure it all out by writing it down and rearranging it to make sense.
“If I wrote a book, no one would read it because they wouldn’t understand what I was say.”
“Well, I could write it. You could talk, and I’ll interpret and write it and everyone will read it.”
A conversation with my reading buddy meant to encourage his writing creativity into more than a xanga website.
A kiddie pool, a tiki sprinkler, and two three year olds made my day today. Those girls are endless bundles of energy, and each day with them wears me out to no end. It’s easy to let them sit and watch television, but painstakingly I try to encourage them to play out of doors. Which usually leads to me being soaked, or sunburnt, or in some way beaten, bruised, or banged up with a small children’s toy. Each day, as the temperature keeps rising, I wonder if this perhaps was the beat job choice for me. However the children are fun, the money is good, and sunshine is vital for Vitamin D intake. Thus I believe that I am doing the right thing.
Today in the mail, I received a birthday card from my lost love’s parents. And I became sick to my stomach, and I cried. I miss them so much, and I just wish that I could see them again. Our relationship at the moment is rocky, so I don’t dare invite myself over because I know that’s not what he wants. So I will just sit back and wait, and let him call me, let him figure out what exactly we’re to do with ourselves. But God, do I miss them.
Two reasons I feel as though marriage is in view for me and a friend of mine are as follows: I’m allowed to listen to Josh Groban in his presence, and when we arrived in the bookstore, he read. Nothing else could make my life better. Except some chocolate. But we can’t always have everything, now can we?
When you say you love…
…my heart stops. I don’t know what to say. I know what I feel, and I know that’s not allowed, and I know that it’s not what you meant, but still, I wonder.
When you say…
…anything that I feel is sweet, I wonder what life will lead me to. Pet names become common place and I feel as though something good in my life is starting.
When…
…I am near you, my heart forgets when he said he loved me, and for a moment, I can be at peace in my heart of hearts.
Me…
…I’m still waiting round, wondering how this will all play out in the grand scheme of life. I’m being patient, however, and soon, very soon, I’ll know what this is meant to lead me to.
“If I wrote a book, no one would read it because they wouldn’t understand what I was say.”
“Well, I could write it. You could talk, and I’ll interpret and write it and everyone will read it.”
A conversation with my reading buddy meant to encourage his writing creativity into more than a xanga website.
A kiddie pool, a tiki sprinkler, and two three year olds made my day today. Those girls are endless bundles of energy, and each day with them wears me out to no end. It’s easy to let them sit and watch television, but painstakingly I try to encourage them to play out of doors. Which usually leads to me being soaked, or sunburnt, or in some way beaten, bruised, or banged up with a small children’s toy. Each day, as the temperature keeps rising, I wonder if this perhaps was the beat job choice for me. However the children are fun, the money is good, and sunshine is vital for Vitamin D intake. Thus I believe that I am doing the right thing.
Today in the mail, I received a birthday card from my lost love’s parents. And I became sick to my stomach, and I cried. I miss them so much, and I just wish that I could see them again. Our relationship at the moment is rocky, so I don’t dare invite myself over because I know that’s not what he wants. So I will just sit back and wait, and let him call me, let him figure out what exactly we’re to do with ourselves. But God, do I miss them.
Two reasons I feel as though marriage is in view for me and a friend of mine are as follows: I’m allowed to listen to Josh Groban in his presence, and when we arrived in the bookstore, he read. Nothing else could make my life better. Except some chocolate. But we can’t always have everything, now can we?
When you say you love…
…my heart stops. I don’t know what to say. I know what I feel, and I know that’s not allowed, and I know that it’s not what you meant, but still, I wonder.
When you say…
…anything that I feel is sweet, I wonder what life will lead me to. Pet names become common place and I feel as though something good in my life is starting.
When…
…I am near you, my heart forgets when he said he loved me, and for a moment, I can be at peace in my heart of hearts.
Me…
…I’m still waiting round, wondering how this will all play out in the grand scheme of life. I’m being patient, however, and soon, very soon, I’ll know what this is meant to lead me to.