If you’re expecting clarity, you’re barking up the wrong tree. These mere pieces of paper will simply not deliver that beautiful sense that the world is as it should be, because well, it isn’t. I will however provide a simple getaway from your endless problems to escape into mine. SO here goes.
My name is Grace, and boy let me tell you God sure has given some, because everyday I stumble, trip, fall, the list could go on. It’s like everyday we wake up with a fresh start, but everyday that fresh start ends up being muddied, only for us to look forward to tomorrow’s clean slate and the perpetual cycle goes on and on. But today is going to be different, today I will:
Have my daily quiet time to read the bible and pray
Get some good calorie burning cardio in
Refresh my zen with some yoga
Organize my bins upon bins of crafting supplies and possibly even start one of my thousands of ideas I have bought the supplies for
Write a children’s book
Write letters, to be a good pen pal and such with all the friends and family I don’t see
Call some friends to catch up, after 7 of course (Heaven forbid I use peak cellular minutes)
Eat a sensible diet (well mostly sensible, there’s no harm in a chocolate or two or three..)
Do my homework of course( I would never wait until the last minute)
And hey while we’re at it feed all the poor, turn my city into a sustainable ecosystem, fix the blasted economy and run for president as a write in.
My daily check list shouldn’t be too hard considering I’m super woman and all, can read minds, have 8 arms, run at the speed of light and all the while still look put together in my Lillie Pulitzer and pearls……
Oh sorry, there I go daydreaming again. Sometimes I just get so dagurn caught up with lists that instead of enough for a day they turn into enough for a year, or even a life time and I just end up disappointed at the end of the day, because I’m not super woman, I’m Grace, just plain old Grace. Yes (ahh sigh of complacency) plain old Grace, I think I’ll write a poem. It’s supposedly supposed to be very ver healthy indeed to express your inner emotions.
Isn’t there more to this mess, this thing called life
Where are the easy going days I see in my dreams?
But thus is life there’s always strife, or so it seems,
I need to put my big girl panties on
and stop being a drama queen.
There, that’s better I feel ver ver refreshed and much more sane for writing down my feelings. Maybe I should become a poet. Maybe I’ve always been one and just don’t know it. See looky there I have a real talent. Aw bugger, I can’t think of anything to rhyme with talent, I give up, I didn’t really fancy it anyhow. Just like I didn’t really fancy doing sport science in school after a bit, or culinary arts (well, actually I do fancy culinary arts still, I am just figuring out my niche) or well school at all and I quit, but just for now. I know an education is a serious necessity to get a real job, if that is indeed what I want, but maybe I don’t for certain so who knows if it will be a necessity for me. I would love to find something I love to do that combines children, art, traveling, cooking, and speaking a foreign language ( After reading this if you have any suggestions, please write and tell me, because I am still clueless). In all reality though I just want to do something fun. I feel like I am a gypsy at heart, wandering where the wind takes me, seizing opportunities as they come, living life on the edge ( as long as it doesn’t require staying out past midnight, I need my 8-10 hours of beauty sleep). I don’t want to be trapped in a small box of set plans with no escape, only to dread going to do the same thing everyday or in boy cases make a serious “you’re my one and only” commitment, because at the moment I feel like my one and only is a Christian Irish Blitalian (aka: black Italian) living on a cute little farm, wanting to have cute little babies just waiting for the day he will meet me, and If I commit to a wonderful man now, I will always have that inkling that he is still out there waiting for me. And you may say, “Wow, she is oober specific, she will never find a man that way.” But I would say to you,“ No, you are just not specific enough, there is nothing wrong with having a fantasy man, or being a ‘sally” as some may call me. I will not really reject every guy who doesn’t fit the above specifications; they will merely be highly scrutinized to see if they could some day fit some of those roles. I am actually a very open and accepting person, willing to give most anyone a chance who is a Christian, a gentleman, interesting, unique, a great cook, random, someone who loves kids, nerdy, yet good looking, likes to give massages……” Okay okay I am going off on a tangent again, but none the less, I am not too particular. My Mr. Right will come, and when he does hopefully my fear of commitment will scamper off and leave me be.
