Up three pounds totally bummed me out this morning. When I checked outside, however, I found it was a cloudy morning, so there I am, 7am, flying down the highway toward my favorite mountain, hoping I could snap off a few cloudy morning pictures. About 3/4 of the way there, and it hits me; my stomach begins to rumble and ... yeah, not gonna be hiking out on a mountain without any "facilities". So I turned around and headed home.
Why the stomach rumblies? That extra glass of wine last night might have had something to do with it. And just maybe its how I'm still in the throes of learning how I feel, how to feel, in the aftermath of things. Even though I don't want to admit it, even though I don't want to sever a friendship -- am I doing more harm than good by hanging on? Can I eventually learn to separate the friendship part from the hopes and dreams of "someday" ??
I hate that word. And have ranted about it often. Life isn't about "someday" -- it needs to be lived now. Black Eyed Peas sing : "I can't wait no longer, I can't wait for someday..." And something else I found on the 'net: "Stop living for someday. All the planning and foresight in the world is useless if it causes you to miss tremendous opportunities that are right in front of you. Feeling directionless is terrifying, but so is being blind to a world of unconsidered possibilities."
Live life now, not someday.
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