My life has a way of getting back on the right track whether I'm ready for it or not. Mostly not, quite honestly.
When I was in the last relationship in a massive rut where neither of us was happy, but we just stuck it out...house fire.
Little extreme, I'll admit. I mean, seriously. Who wants to lose everything they own just to make a fresh start and new beginning?
Oh...and to add insult to injury--the ex and ex-best friend hooking up. Really? Wouldn't have been easier to drop a house on me or something? I rather thought so at the time.
But look at me now.
I'm happy. Imagine that. I have a great job. Great friends. And I have someone who supports what I do no matter whether I'm immersed in the writing or not. Brilliant.
Oklahoma has been doing its best impression of the arctic lately. Icy slick roads. Weather closings. And wouldn't you know...my effing car decided to die.
DIE!
Battery was just like...eh. I'm done here. So my poor little Escape is frozen in my driveway. Baby Chicken has been ferrying my ass to and fro. Love that child. But guess what?
I go home dragging ass most everyday of work. My body has its own set of issues, and they tend to tug at me and wear me down. Today, given no other option, I'm staying at work probably a couple hours past quitting time.
And I'll write.
My life and its situations have this way of snapping back to where I should be whether I realize/appreciate it or not.
Back when I was more of a control freak, yeah--I owned it, I would worry the hell out of myself that things had to be "just so."
Until I had to go to the doctor with severe stomach pains where they found a nice large ulcer. Because I'm an overachiever even when I'm jacked up.
True story.
I've told friends and family that I sometimes don't catch subtleties and nuances. I tend to be a bit thick when someone is not hitting me over the head with something. Then there are those times, without trying, that I am so intuitive it's scary.
Bottom line is this...sometimes we miss the little signs on our road that say "turn here" or "slow down"...but we usually pay attention to the one that says "bridge out".
So I'll be happy with my lot. I realize that even if I venture off my path, I'll be guided back whether with a nudge or slap.
Entirely up to me.
Grins*
When I was in the last relationship in a massive rut where neither of us was happy, but we just stuck it out...house fire.
Little extreme, I'll admit. I mean, seriously. Who wants to lose everything they own just to make a fresh start and new beginning?
Oh...and to add insult to injury--the ex and ex-best friend hooking up. Really? Wouldn't have been easier to drop a house on me or something? I rather thought so at the time.
But look at me now.
I'm happy. Imagine that. I have a great job. Great friends. And I have someone who supports what I do no matter whether I'm immersed in the writing or not. Brilliant.
Oklahoma has been doing its best impression of the arctic lately. Icy slick roads. Weather closings. And wouldn't you know...my effing car decided to die.
DIE!
Battery was just like...eh. I'm done here. So my poor little Escape is frozen in my driveway. Baby Chicken has been ferrying my ass to and fro. Love that child. But guess what?
I go home dragging ass most everyday of work. My body has its own set of issues, and they tend to tug at me and wear me down. Today, given no other option, I'm staying at work probably a couple hours past quitting time.
And I'll write.
My life and its situations have this way of snapping back to where I should be whether I realize/appreciate it or not.
Back when I was more of a control freak, yeah--I owned it, I would worry the hell out of myself that things had to be "just so."
Until I had to go to the doctor with severe stomach pains where they found a nice large ulcer. Because I'm an overachiever even when I'm jacked up.
True story.
I've told friends and family that I sometimes don't catch subtleties and nuances. I tend to be a bit thick when someone is not hitting me over the head with something. Then there are those times, without trying, that I am so intuitive it's scary.
Bottom line is this...sometimes we miss the little signs on our road that say "turn here" or "slow down"...but we usually pay attention to the one that says "bridge out".
So I'll be happy with my lot. I realize that even if I venture off my path, I'll be guided back whether with a nudge or slap.
Entirely up to me.
Grins*
