I have a love affair with a city. It’s hard to put in words, but bear with me, I’ll try.
My heart literally bursts every time my flight makes its way into the nation’s capital.
All my life I’ve struggled with this disease. No cough. No scratchy throat. No headache. The symptoms are more internal than external.
Worry.
Circular thought.
Constant daydreaming.
Not enough doing.
Fridays. Italian Ice on a sunny day . The Krispy Kreme red light. The color green . A baby’s laugh. Sangria.
This is the story all about how…okay, no. We’re not going to do that. BUT, my life is the story of a girl who grew up the ugly duckling and blossomed into a beautiful swan (If I must say so, myself).
There’s nothing like Fresh Perspective
Especially at 2:30 in the morning…Believe it or not, that’s when my alarm goes off!
I know. It’s cray.
Love is so ridiculously blinding! I should add lust to that sentence, because let’s be honest, relationships these days are rarely the real thing. Think I’m being a Negative Nancy? Okay. That’s fine.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you
obedience / ∂’bi:di∂ns • 1. the act or practice of obeying; dutiful or submissive compliance
I’m logical. I think things through.
