Sometimes my kids annoy me so much with their American attitudes and demands that in my frustration and general tiredness I question the wisdom of choosing to become a mom and going for it full on. Like, why!?!?

I used to ask "Why me?". That's changed to "Why not me"? I am flustered by the randomness and good and bad luck the universe brings.

I don’t want to live just to live. I want meaning, I want to feel the world, I want to feel deeply and always, I want experiences, I want realness, I want purpose, I want fall life.

If honesty, clarity and straightforwardness were allowed into the conversation, the conversation could have been a great story of different shapes. A great story of great friends. A great story of great love. A great story of lovers. A great story of all combined. Many great posibilities. Instead the end result is one big great absolutely fucking

He: "What do you want me to do?
She: "I can't answer that for you. Instead, can I tell you my happy path?"
He: "Maybe some other time."
She: "Ok."

Do not fear failure, be terrified of regret.

I wish I understood this earlier. Maybe I would avoid regret.

The griping power of “could have beens” haunting thoughts is terrible. The hold is strong. The fantasy world without any restrictions and all the beauty is a welcoming respite from the every day realities of messy lives, loud kids, impossible deadlines, lack of sleep ( Read more... )

Another day, another personal drama in Facebook group. This time we have a woman bitching that she lives with her boyfriend in his house, and she is upset that if they break up, he will have capital (his house) and she will have nothing. I mean… it is his house! Why do ppl confuse love with common sense and finances? The amount of support she was ( Read more... )

Got sucked into replying to a thread on Fukbook posted by a woman who is living with her boyfriend, paying him rent and is upset that he is the one who is getting equity in his house. I mean, girl, it is his fucking house!!! What did you expect? Apparently, a lot. Oh well ( Read more... )

I had my diagnostic mamo done today. It worked out that I needed one at the same time as my annual mamo. What a great timing! Yay! Save scheduling dual busllshit.

Nothing like having your breasts manipulated into the machine while you are trying to mentally prepare yourself for a possibility of getting "We found tumors". It is singurlary unique ( Read more... )