What a difference a day makes...
Oct. 3rd, 2005 11:40 amWell, a couple of days. I must confess - I get paranoid occasionally. I worry too much, overthink things and convince myself that nothing good could possibly happen to me, because after all, I am me. Why would anything good happen to me? Yeah, yeah... I know. Really dumb way to think. But if you knew how I was raised it would make sense in a skewed bizarre kind of way. Sort of like Bush nominating Miers for Supreme Court Justice when she's never been a judge in her life. But she has no paper trail so no one knows how she thinks on the issues... see, it makes sense in a weird way. If you are a Republican.
But I digress. I'm not feeling paranoid anymore. And if I get that way again, I will bring myself up by the short hairs and snap out of it.
I am supremely happy today. I am in a new job with kind, intelligent, funny people who do not expect me to knit a new universe out of a pair of torn pantyhose. I gave my son a great 17th birthday celebration in spite of the fact that his so-called friends from school didn't show. Thank goodness for our real friends.
I know that there is no disaster on the horizon with the man in my life. That makes me almost giddy. And I don't usually do giddy.
But I digress. I'm not feeling paranoid anymore. And if I get that way again, I will bring myself up by the short hairs and snap out of it.
I am supremely happy today. I am in a new job with kind, intelligent, funny people who do not expect me to knit a new universe out of a pair of torn pantyhose. I gave my son a great 17th birthday celebration in spite of the fact that his so-called friends from school didn't show. Thank goodness for our real friends.
I know that there is no disaster on the horizon with the man in my life. That makes me almost giddy. And I don't usually do giddy.