you know that individual at the airport who checks two oversized, overweight bags and doesn't mind paying the fee for the poundage? and that same person has a carry on bag that barely fits in the overhead compartment. maybe, just maybe that person should reduce their load. i'm thinking that there is a less impactful way to travel.
if you are friend of mine, a reader of my blog, or even a stranger that i have just been introduced to you will know quickly that i am on a quest.
not for the fountain of youth, although slowing the aging process would be nice. to be able to keep the boobs from their desire to kiss my belly button. to stave off the wrinkles on my face. to be able to eat whatever and not watch it migrate to my thighs. to reduce the amount of times i get hemorrhoids. to not have to pluck out the random hair on my chin. yeah all of that would be nice to postpone a little longer, but really i am okay with getting older.
not for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but can you imagine if you found it? to be able to follow that rainbow and find a pot of gold. totally awesome! oh yes i did just digress to being a 16 year old punk. what would you do with a pot of gold? i'm not sure what i would do besides kiss the leprechaun and do a happy jig, but i am sure i would come up with something fabulous to do with my gold.
i am on a quest for love. i just want a nice man, a local man, a good honest man. this doesn't seem like it should be so hard to find, but i am telling you it is a challenge. now before you men freak out, i have met many nice men. in fact really nice men, but to my knowledge not the exact one. here is the deal, for round two i am not going to settle and i refuse to get divorced again. if that means that i have to be single for the next 5, 10, 30 (it better not take that long) years then so be it.
i wrote a post earlier this year about my baggage and that by the same time the next year i would be down a bag. good news...i am still on track. i have grown so much as a human in the past year, done a lot of healing, and have had far more fabulous days than crummy days. i am running into a problem and this is why i am still on the quest...the excess baggage is finding me, not mine other people's baggage.
now i understand that as we grow up we are unconsciously creating a past. our pasts help shape us in positive and negative ways, but does it have to be the forefront of who we are? i am thinking not. my relationship history occasionally complicates things and is possibly lengthening my quest, but i don't feel my past defines me. here is that baggage i am talking about. if your baggage is defining you it is time to make a change and reduce the load.
so in addition to nice, local, good and honest please please only need a toiletry bag to carry your past issues.
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