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Pills, Pals, the Past, and a Present?
Maybe its the new house?
I wake up, and take two pills to "start my morning." Aww. Cafeine in capsule form.
and then at midnight, when I should be exhausted. Two more pills to keep me from looking at the ceiling. 100% Natural for those checking, and should the Charector and Fitness committee come looking, Green Tea extract to Rosehips and Lavender.
But it disturbs me that its becoming necessary. I find myself in a sleepless, restless place lately. Pondering things I shouldn't. Like, why after all these years, would one guy tell me he loved me, now? Knowing I have a date at the alter. Why do I work out relentlessly and drink my one shake for breakfast, one shake for lunch, kill me now, just to look good in a white dress, I'm praying will make other men bite their lip. Why does it bother me to see status updates on someone that was never really mine, bother me when I want him to be happy? Why, especially, when my profile picture proclaims to the world I am a-okay, 100%?
Dunno. So, I think on it. Midnight comes, and I'm thinking. Do I still have feelings for someone that isn't my husband? How far is too far? I think on other things. Why does hearing I love you from years ago still make me smile? I rationalize. I pychologize.
I like love. I like to love. I like being loved. And yes, I get it all.
The permanence, the security, the 45 sitting by, in my bed.
Endless, unconditional love. I got it. So sure a thing, I could bottle it, and save some for later.
Yeah, its damn good.
So, why am I up at night? Thinking.
This is the time, where fortunately, I seem to always be comforted by the back and forth of a friend on Twitter. Not @kanyewest, or @johncmayer who I contemplate daily from removing...
but a real friend, who when my twitter fails, I have his number and can back-and forth with. Yet, even there an underlying sexual tension. But one that at least has boundaries, to where I can say no, and the friendship survives. or he can say no, and still keep my pride in tact.
Sigh. I am a lucky lucky girl.
---But now to an update. Present Day.
What do you do when you get everything you want? Live Happily Ever After?
BUT...what if you had to choose between two dreams?
When it rains it pours, even in its abundant goodness. Which means...I'll be moving, Maybe?
All I know is there will be 7 days of decision making, and a regret will be present. Period.
Wish me luck. Love to you my universe.
xoxo, DCGG
I wake up, and take two pills to "start my morning." Aww. Cafeine in capsule form.
and then at midnight, when I should be exhausted. Two more pills to keep me from looking at the ceiling. 100% Natural for those checking, and should the Charector and Fitness committee come looking, Green Tea extract to Rosehips and Lavender.
But it disturbs me that its becoming necessary. I find myself in a sleepless, restless place lately. Pondering things I shouldn't. Like, why after all these years, would one guy tell me he loved me, now? Knowing I have a date at the alter. Why do I work out relentlessly and drink my one shake for breakfast, one shake for lunch, kill me now, just to look good in a white dress, I'm praying will make other men bite their lip. Why does it bother me to see status updates on someone that was never really mine, bother me when I want him to be happy? Why, especially, when my profile picture proclaims to the world I am a-okay, 100%?
Dunno. So, I think on it. Midnight comes, and I'm thinking. Do I still have feelings for someone that isn't my husband? How far is too far? I think on other things. Why does hearing I love you from years ago still make me smile? I rationalize. I pychologize.
I like love. I like to love. I like being loved. And yes, I get it all.
The permanence, the security, the 45 sitting by, in my bed.
Endless, unconditional love. I got it. So sure a thing, I could bottle it, and save some for later.
Yeah, its damn good.
So, why am I up at night? Thinking.
This is the time, where fortunately, I seem to always be comforted by the back and forth of a friend on Twitter. Not @kanyewest, or @johncmayer who I contemplate daily from removing...
but a real friend, who when my twitter fails, I have his number and can back-and forth with. Yet, even there an underlying sexual tension. But one that at least has boundaries, to where I can say no, and the friendship survives. or he can say no, and still keep my pride in tact.
Sigh. I am a lucky lucky girl.
---But now to an update. Present Day.
What do you do when you get everything you want? Live Happily Ever After?
BUT...what if you had to choose between two dreams?
When it rains it pours, even in its abundant goodness. Which means...I'll be moving, Maybe?
All I know is there will be 7 days of decision making, and a regret will be present. Period.
Wish me luck. Love to you my universe.
xoxo, DCGG
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It was my choice....
Compare and Contrast?
Mona Lisa Smile-----Set in 1952
Katherine Watson: It says here that you're pre-law. What law school are you going to go to?
Joan Brandwyn: I hadn't really thought about that. After I graduate, I plan on getting married.
Katherine Watson: And then?
Joan Brandwyn: [confused] And then... I'll be married.
My Living Room---yesterday
Friend: Where did you take the Bar?
Me: Maryland....I decided I needed to take the Bar before changing my name.
Friend: Why would that matter?
Me: If he moves, I'll follow. I'm a military wife first.
Friend: When did THAT happen???
Joan Brandwyn: It was my choice, not to go. He would have supported it.
Katherine Watson: But you don't have to choose!
Joan Brandwyn: No, I have to. I want a home, I want a family! That's not something I'll sacrifice.
Katherine Watson: No one's asking you to sacrifice that, Joan. I just want you to understand that you can do both.
Joan Brandwyn: Do you think I'll wake up one morning and regret not being a lawyer?
Katherine Watson: Yes, I'm afraid that you will.
Joan Brandwyn: Not as much as I'd regret not having a family, not being there to raise them. I know exactly what I'm doing and it doesn't make me any less smart. This must seem terrible to you.
Katherine Watson: I didn't say that.
Joan Brandwyn: Sure you did. You always do. You stand in class and tell us to look beyond the image, but you don't. To you a housewife is someone who sold her soul for a center hall colonial. She has no depth, no intellect, no interests. You're the one who said I could do anything I wanted. This is what I want.
Mona Lisa Smile-----Set in 1952
Katherine Watson: It says here that you're pre-law. What law school are you going to go to?
Joan Brandwyn: I hadn't really thought about that. After I graduate, I plan on getting married.
Katherine Watson: And then?
Joan Brandwyn: [confused] And then... I'll be married.
My Living Room---yesterday
Friend: Where did you take the Bar?
Me: Maryland....I decided I needed to take the Bar before changing my name.
Friend: Why would that matter?
Me: If he moves, I'll follow. I'm a military wife first.
Friend: When did THAT happen???
Joan Brandwyn: It was my choice, not to go. He would have supported it.
Katherine Watson: But you don't have to choose!
Joan Brandwyn: No, I have to. I want a home, I want a family! That's not something I'll sacrifice.
Katherine Watson: No one's asking you to sacrifice that, Joan. I just want you to understand that you can do both.
Joan Brandwyn: Do you think I'll wake up one morning and regret not being a lawyer?
Katherine Watson: Yes, I'm afraid that you will.
Joan Brandwyn: Not as much as I'd regret not having a family, not being there to raise them. I know exactly what I'm doing and it doesn't make me any less smart. This must seem terrible to you.
Katherine Watson: I didn't say that.
Joan Brandwyn: Sure you did. You always do. You stand in class and tell us to look beyond the image, but you don't. To you a housewife is someone who sold her soul for a center hall colonial. She has no depth, no intellect, no interests. You're the one who said I could do anything I wanted. This is what I want.
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