For the love of a Good Woman.
I've spent the past three days whining because I can't be doing, due to one footedness, and being a completely nightmare for anyone who knows me well enough to put up with me still. I'm not good at sitting, and I'm not good at being bored, especially when there are shows to do. I've rearranged my desk, I've been seriously considering the wings on my back, and definately conteplating the choice pairings of socks.
So where did I become so insular. I need a jolly good poke if you ask me.
In the real world one of my best friends is 5 months pregnant, another's daughter is about to have her first birthday. My brother has just got a fab new job doing what he wants to do and earning alot of money for it. Another of my friends is moving house today, My hubby is in another country worrying about new casting, and us coming out to see him. 2 more of my friends are wondering where I am because I haven't called them lately, and 2 more are going out to dinner. A new romance may be on the cards for another pair and my old family-in-law are mourning the loss of another beautiful daughter.
All these amazing things that happen in the world, all that emotion, and excitement and new and old and black and blue and roses and thorns and endings and new starts. All that love.
And I'm still wearing odd socks, but it doesn't actually matter.
posted by Sharon @ Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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