I spent wasted energy here earlier comparing myself to others, so I decided to log off and be alone in my own real life space doing something that helped me feel more content.
#Thoughts #WorkInProgress
I hope no one ever asks me to write a memoir. That would be some boring shit.
"Well, then I had to throw out a whole pot of chicken broth because I left it on the counter over night....tragedy!"
Is it mean to want these spoiled teens driving golf carts and yelling through my neighborhood to become grotesquely obese adults? Probably. Be kind Annie. Ugh! Okay....
@48471ca1
He asked me a question...so there was a pregnant question mark pause while the train passed and I had a silly smile on my face and the owner had a resigned smile...like it happens all the time. Hey Lovely!
Two nights in Toronto and I couldn't even squeeze in all my traveling gripes. Good news is, I won't lack for conversation topics on the drive home. :blobcatwink: :blobcar:
@7991f584
Umm... choosing your wife, Mikey? Was not that the best decision? 😉
I would have not wanted to participate years ago, but now I'm like 'eff it, I'm here to have fun in this life'.
@3fe52772
My neighbors are stupid over fireworks. I used to love going to see them on the 4th of July. Now they have lost their specialness because they are shooting them off randomly all summer.
@de982875
Don't sweat it. Someone once told me I 'didn't have to post my every thought' As if his reply was not his own thoughts. If he only knew all the ones I hold back! My timeline is 100% my own to express myself how I like. If someone doesn't like it, keep scrollin'. There will be so much more of my brain glitter. I guarantee. I look forward to yours, James.
I'd like to visit Ireland one day. But first I'd like to know just how many verses in those super long Irish ballads I'd have to hold a smile for in the pub.
One thing unexpected at getting older is my sense of curiosity has not withered, but grown. I'm curious about you. I'm curious about me, and the things I do. Okay..this is starting to sound like a corny poem. But, you get it. I know you do.
I like to stop along the way in the pursuit of happiness, to just be happy. I'm not all that convinced happiness is even a destination. I was not given a map.
I leave the house about four days a week but no one ever talks to me unless they are paid to, and people wonder why all my friends now are online ones.
My son treated us to dinner at one of those restaurants where they treat you so special and six courses paired with the perfect wine for each. The food was so extra and beautiful and my son spoke with me like he carried no mother/son resentments at all, and it was the most joyful evening ever. I want to cry. But now I am altered and I can't drive. He will have to make me breakfast too. ☺️
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