We need a record of our failures, yes, we must document our love
One of those life lessons I need to keep learning over and over - do not prioritize people who do not prioritize me.
Naomi, my sister, is coming to Chicago. I moved here 7 months ago and she, up until now, could never afford to come down due to time or money constraints. She let me know she is coming the 10th of this month. There is a show for a bluegrass band she and her husband love. They are going to the show and staying with friends then going to the Art Institute the next day. I will see her during my lunch break at work.
So there's a band she wants to see and friends she wants to stay with so suddenly there is time and money to come here and go to a show and a museum for a night and a day.
Dan could not meet me in Milwaukee for PJ's funeral. One of my oldest, favorite friends died at 24-years-old and I really needed my boyfriend. He had a work schedule conflict and could not afford the $40 round trip gas or Badger Bus from Madison to meet me in Milwaukee.
The other night Dan went out to the bar with a budget of $50 to treat himself after working a really hard week.
This is all situational and timing-based, but I am looking at it through this lens because this is my side of the story.
Two of the most important people in my life are at the same time constant sources of the best moments and the greatest disappointments.
"My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear."
Shit like this greatly contributes to why I am not sleeping.
I just needed to get that out of my system.
Naomi, my sister, is coming to Chicago. I moved here 7 months ago and she, up until now, could never afford to come down due to time or money constraints. She let me know she is coming the 10th of this month. There is a show for a bluegrass band she and her husband love. They are going to the show and staying with friends then going to the Art Institute the next day. I will see her during my lunch break at work.
So there's a band she wants to see and friends she wants to stay with so suddenly there is time and money to come here and go to a show and a museum for a night and a day.
Dan could not meet me in Milwaukee for PJ's funeral. One of my oldest, favorite friends died at 24-years-old and I really needed my boyfriend. He had a work schedule conflict and could not afford the $40 round trip gas or Badger Bus from Madison to meet me in Milwaukee.
The other night Dan went out to the bar with a budget of $50 to treat himself after working a really hard week.
This is all situational and timing-based, but I am looking at it through this lens because this is my side of the story.
Two of the most important people in my life are at the same time constant sources of the best moments and the greatest disappointments.
"My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear."
Shit like this greatly contributes to why I am not sleeping.
I just needed to get that out of my system.