What about you?
I haven't always gotten the things in life that I said I wanted when I wanted them, but I've learned that sometimes, when we get things for which aren't prepared, we don't know how to accept, appreciate or enjoy them. Something tells me that now would be a good time for me to be diligent about my preparation. I don't want to be caught sitting here in fuzzy pink pajamas, chipped nail polish, hair plaits, and a face covered in Noxema when opportunity comes to sweep me off my feet for the big dance. And once we get there, I want to do more than just tap my feet.
What about you?
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You know, I had a bit of a panic attack about this very subject a few days ago. I was thinking when will I just bit the dogs ear and really be ready for my writing? One day I will die. One.day.I.will.die. I think for the first time I actually believe that...sounds really silly uh? As if I have never understood the concept of death or truly believed I am not a vampire. What the heck am I waiting for...unicorns to ride in and sprinkle magic dust over me to become transformed into what I know I can be?
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3/6/2012 11:40:10 am
I understand that. Whew boy, do I understand that. I used to refer to it as letting my life go to voice mail. After the year I've just had, no more of that for me.
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