Motherhood:
Bronchitis
but also
Early alarms to make sure everyone else gets up on time.

Oh well

How can you be frustrated at a timeframe?
Why is there still disappointment when you knew it wasn’t going to happen anyway?
What use is having hope when you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel?

Why does time change how you view something, even if it’s the same as it’s always been? Even with planning, and reminders, and believing you’re withholding excitement, crushing sadness when you realize...you’re a touchstone, not a destination.

I’m surprised I still have hope, especially since I’ve never gotten what I’ve hoped for.

Just three days. That’s all I asked for. One weekend.

Just a moment

I just need one moment.

A moment to remember myself. 

A moment that is not planned, or used for someone else. 

One moment. 

Life is so busy, and about to get busier. 

Packing. 

Relocating. 

Everything is going in boxes. A whole life. Three lives worth of boxes. 

One moment, please, while I remember myself. 

Just a moment. Ok. Breathe. 

Ok. 

Back to reality. 

Holy...




Life is so different now.

List one

I've been reading a lot of Nick Hornby lately, so here is my

Top five places I want to visit, in no particular order:

1) Czech Republic

2) New Zealand

3) Upstate New York

4) Greece

5) Peru

Life is better if you have something to look forward to.

Same

Repetitious life.
Day in the daisies needed.
Figuring out new life plan.

New life

There's this wonderful thing that I realized the other day: I have control over how happy I am. I, and I alone, set the stage for what my life will be.

My list:
1) Live without regret.
2) Go with your gut. Do not second guess yourself.
3) Take chances.
4) Have fun.

I want to be proud when I look back on my life. And I am starting on a path to getting there.