Just found these words I wrote years ago in the aftermath of a bad break up.
"Pieces of promises lie all around me, like shards of glass. One false step and I’m hurt again. Paralyzed by fear these shards haunt me and remind me of the pain. While another beautiful promise beckons me forward.
How do you know when to take a chance?”
I forget how poetic a person can be when in pain and/or turmoil. These days I “got no time for grand philosophy” but glad I wrote this stuff down.
Just had to do this Saturday night…gag
After 13 months of being a mother, I finally had to deal with projectile vomiting. Not spit up….vomit. It was disgusting. I gagged a lot while trying to soothe baby boy during it.
Currently have the house-husband I always wanted, thanks to the government shutdown. Just didn’t expect to be the only one bringing home the bacon :( bills are piling up y’all.
I love how the couple in front of me in line at the liquor store (buying a 12 pack) walked easily out of the store to their corvette parked in the handicapped spot with no handicap tag or hang tag.