offline, off my rocker, off track.
Off to Atlanta
On the road
Over my online life
Under a bad sign
In a weird space
Out of patience and confidence.
I say this without humor: it’s good that my daughter will be on this trip with me. because I have a feeling I’d just keep driving.
Can Progesterone cream be doing this to me, or have I lost my mind or (worse?) can it be that I really am horrifing and neglectful?
I want out. I want not to be getting up in 5.5 hours. I want to go alone and stay in a hotel alone and skip the doula training. I’ll never actually be one, anyway. I want to open a credit account at Ikea and spend irresponsibly. I want to go to a spa alone with a book and have the birthday I wanted.
I want, I want, I want. People everywhere want shoes and some fucking rice and I want like a rich girl. I want like a teenager. Fuck, when I was a teenager I wanted healthy pets and world peace. I want like a 4 year old.
What I want is to appreciate what I have with some fucking regularity. I want to be grateful. Do I have to lose everything to get that?
well, if you decide to just keep driving, we are about 2 hours north. might even put some water in the hot tub for ya, even tho it’s 90 out
bring a book and some earplugs. And happy late birthday!