So today is one of those days where I
just feel trapped. And by trapped
I mean suffocated. Totally and
utterly sick of and depressed by the idea of my perfectly charmed life. Now, please don’t take this the wrong
way. This is not a cry for
help. This is not a suicide
threat. I’m not actually in a dark
place. I’m just done. Finished.
On days like this, everything and
nearly everyone seems to bug me.
Days like this, I lament being the married mom of two. I long for the carefree days. Times when I’d just rush from my home
with a ponytail,, my kids and some lip gloss. Those were the days.
Why the heck didn’t I know then what life would one day be?
At least I feel good knowing that I
enjoyed those calmer days. Yes, I
certainly did have fun. Man, if
only I could get back there. But
if I did get back there, I’d want to be at least 75 pounds skinnier. But there I go again. Living in the past. How do I get this condition to stop? I need to focus on tomorrow. Like this: Tomorrow I will not eat
nutella on a spoon. Tomororw I
will not eat my kids’ leftover breakfast.
Tomorrow I will exercise for at least 40 minutes. Tomorrow I will end the hunt for the
leftover Easter candy. Yes,
tomorrow will be the day I start.
Or the day I stop. I’ll
stop this silly habit of just dreaming in the past. Carry on carry on.
Makes me think quickly about the cool
song by that sweet group, FUN
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a
stone
Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on
Hmmm, maybe
they’re on to something.
