Not sure how to function at this moment. The strong cologne to my left and the woman yapping on her phone to my right. Yet I can’t move because I need the outlet.
It’s upsetting.
I have been anticipating this outing all day. This sacred time. Alone. Blah! Nothing is ever perfect, particularly when you’re a glass half empty kind of gal. I confess. A more optimistic person might perceive the beauty of the fragrance, the loveliness of her voice.
I’m just pissed.
I wrestle with this aspect of myself. I wrestle with lots of things these days. Who I am. Who I’m not. It’s exhausting.
In my next life, I will be (i) less analytical (ii) an adventurer and lover of extreme sports, for example, ultimate fighting (iii) extremely positive.
Oh yeah, remember that post about Elsie being in this new easy going, relaxin’ all cool (to quote the Fresh Prince) space? Yes, but. True in the daylight. Not true in the nightlight. She appears to save up all her angst to be released in one encyclopedic lament just as we lay her in her crib.
In my next life, I will (i) wait to have children (just kidding, no I’m not, yes I am) (ii) be of one mind about everything for the sake of ease, including how we put our child to bed (iii) be more grateful (fine, i could start now).
What will you be in your next life? Just wondering. Don’t think too hard. It’s dangerous. Trust me.
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Trust me, it is impossible to be “of one mind about everything.” In fact, if you were, you would be, by definition, simple-minded. We’re always at least of two minds. That’s what I think.
You make an excellent point, GB, and I love you for it. I feel like I should write a musical number with the refrain, “It’s okay to be me.” Or does that already exist?
in my next life i will be
i) less fickle, in all aspects. living situations. men. careers. hairstyles.
ii) a singer. i will have a beautiful singing voice and i will play guitar.
iii) be able to do thirty pushups BEFORE i’m thirty
Re: your second comment. Notice that you wrote an idea — “a musical number with the refrain ‘It’s okay to be me’” and then — whammo, a second mind: “Or does that already exist?” See — two minds, always. I prefer three, or four, or even five. I like my minds to have company.
And we all think there would have been a better time to have a baby. Because it is SO HARD. It’s okay to think that. Babies always invite multiple minds. That’s why mothers are kinda nutty. In a good way. Mostly.
My second mind — you probably already knew you had put two minds in #2. In fact, you were probably being subtly humorous and I was just being annoyingly pedantic.
love,
your instruction is delightful! keep your gems flowing my way.
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