Wishing and Hoping and Dreaming. . .


So says the catchy, can’t get it out of your mind song that opens My Best Friend’s Wedding.

Wishing. .  .oh boy, if I could even get a forth of my wishes to come true, I would be a happy camper. Living in the past is not healthy but moving forward is proving to be more difficult that I realized. If I could take one day back and change the choices that I made, I would, in a heartbeat. I have found that had I had a conversation that could have broken us anyway, I might be better off. If only I had pushed the subjects I wanted to know about I might have seen things differently but I didn’t and I blame myself for not pushing it.

I also wish that I had become financially responsible a lot sooner than I did. We all want the vacations, the clothes and the fun stuff but at some point the party stops and you have to pay the piper. Luckily, I am almost done paying the piper but still, those lessons should have been learned in college.

Hoping. . .well, that one is easy (well besides having a huge pile of cash appear on my doorstep) that the boy would listen and give me another chance. Also, just to be vain, to lose the weight quickly, especially now that I will be having surgery. Don’t want the weight loss plan to get slowed down and surgery will probably do that to me.

Dreaming. . .a nice vacation to NYC and DC without having to worry about money. Also, a trip to Oxford to all the places I have heard about but that one might not happen anytime soon.

Anyway, those are all nice and when you have time on your hands, those thoughts start to swim around in your head until, well at least for me, they can drive me crazy. Do I want to move on? No but I will sit with my thoughts and maybe, just maybe one of my wishes, hopes or dreams will come true.

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Author:

What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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