Mostly daydreams, I guess,
about the kind of life I wanted.
I dreamt about having a couple of kids and a real fine husband.
A nice house.
Loyal, good friends.
In my dreams I never thought that there would be times when I'd want to rip my red hair out by its brown roots.
Or jump off a high cliff.
If there were any high cliffs near my nice house.
I never imagined that there would be sickness and sad times, deaths or disasters.
Or just regular day in and day out headaches.
And hassles and irritations bigger than the whole outdoors.
So the part of my dreams that have come true (the fine man, the great kids, the nice house, fab peeps) make it all worth it, I guess.
And like a caption under a picture of Jesus on my fridge that says "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it"... I sometimes just have to go with the flow.
Even if the flow is a bit tsunamic in nature.
(PS...to Marmie, nothing is wrong, your daughter is just feeling sorry for herself, for no particular reason, other than maybe she is menopausal and possibly hormonal and trying to navigate this crazy ass Mr. Toad's Wild Ride called life..so really, nothing is wrong, except everything, but not really, okay? I am totally just suffering from
TGIFAF...Thank God it's freakin ass Friday.
It's a new day..it's a new dawn ;-)
Note to self...make sure you do a spell check before you hit the
publush publesh publish button.
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