Sometime when you set your mind to do something, at first you are all gun hoe about it. Pumped that you are doing “something” and even excited to just prove to yourself you can start and finish something. I’ve been doing whatever it is you want to call it that I have been doing for 3 weeks come this Saturday. Sure I feel better about things, but frankly I get depressed thinking about all the no’s I have to face the rest of my life.
No thanks, I can’t go out to eat for lunch today. I can’t eat the food there.
No thanks, I can’t eat anything at Thanksgiving.. I’ll have to bring my own entire meal.
No thanks, I’ll just sit in this corner and eat alone so I don’t have to be tempted by all of the goodness you are eating over there.
Life just got sad today. Sometime you think the reality isn’t so bad, until well you realize the reality. Another reality, I want to move to Salt Lake to a 1930′s bungalow to be exact. This of course doesn’t mean this it is going to happen.. seems that lately I have a lot of those “not going to happen dreams floating around”. But something I do know is that I’m going to Australia next year for 2 weeks, maybe forever and aside from my husband and dog I don’t want to know anyone is the world exists… just us and the fishes.

{ Aussie