I use to write. I use to write all the time. In high school I wrote as if one day my poems and short stories would get published but only after I died and that's when I'd be famous - posthumously.
I turned 45 two weeks ago and it got me thinking - What the hell happened to me??
Thinking back to those dreams of a 16 yr old is funny and depressing all at the same time. I know much has changed from the life of a cute, chubby, 16 yr old high school girl to a fat, 45 yr old, single mother of an eight year old girl but what happened to those dreams? Are they truly gone, never to return? Is it too late to dream? Is it too late for me to find me again?
So, here's my blog. I don't know what it will accomplish. Maybe it will be just the outlet I need to give a silent voice to what's rattling around in my head. If this was Hollywood, this would be: Day 1 of the rest of my life and it will end with me re-discovering who I am, giving life a chance again, stop the regrets, lose weight, have my child actually listen to what I have to say, lose weight (I know I already said that but it's always worth repeating) and find love. The film would end and the credits would roll and life will be lived happily ever after.
OR
I could read what I put down and realize I'm more fucked up then I thought.........
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Lighten up ya big baby!!! You are one of the most adorable, charming, funny, intelligent, and yes, I'll say it, SEXY women I've ever had the incredible fortune to know. My life would be cold oatmeal if I'd never known you. Now get up, shake that ass, and get on with it!!!! Or you could always just move that sweet ass back home where you belong!!!!! :D Signed: You had better know who.
ReplyDeleteLeave it to you to keep it real......I love you more than you'll ever know and not just cuz Donny Hathaway told me so!
ReplyDeleteGive us some of that sassy wisdom in your next blog entry. Cause no one's gonna make ya go to rehab :D
ReplyDeleteYour blogs prove you "still have it!" Get busy and write, write, write! Your Aunt Ella Mae wrote poems when she was carrying me. She had her book published - didn't get rich from it but the joy of knowing she did something with her passion to write was worth it! People say I write well - I think it was because my mama gave me the gift when I was still growing inside of her. Your cuz - Marlene - no I'm not anonymous, but it does sound intriging doesn't it?!
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