Thursday, July 15, 2004
My mom thinks my last post was sad. She caught me off guard when we spoke, because she was extra concerned and wanted full disclosure about how I'm doing. She was worried, and I was already long past the minor whining I vented in my last blog. Yes, it is frustrating to know that my life is chaos, and that I haven't got the energy to accomplish everything on the to do list, so I gripe and moan a bit. But even when I am complaining, it is with a knowing grin. What do I know? I know I got myself in to this situation and I am happy I could. I know that messes get clean sooner or later, and then they get messy again. I know that in the whole wide world of possible problems, mine are very minor. I know that if I were really super hungry, sick, tired, or lonesome I could call a friend and find help. I know that my mom will always be my mom; it's nice to know that even from far away she stays very close.
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