I quit ..... This is not for me ... I simply quit ... No more dreams of being hard and strong, like a superman or batman (wonder why don't we females have our own super heroine characters), no more crying and cribbing, no more procrastination of the doom hours, minutes or seconds - I quit.
I know for sure one person who is bound to be happy by my claims - and that would be Vin, who has struggled to keep his mind sane with my insane worries, deep clawing nails and most of all my recent efforts to stop screaming using his right arm as a deterrent.
Adventure theme parks and their ridiculous high speed tall never ending roller coasters can be safe without my high pitch voice contributing to the wondrous noise pollution which they term as their thrill quotient measure. Bha to all that.
Whoever says this is a proof for me to accept my age, they can take a hike. I love my heart so much that I can't leave it on those tumultuous contraptions. Whichever is a way to keep my feet on firm ground - I will accept that challenge.
Maybe to showcase the no fear attitude, last Saturday, my hands picked out a pair of gorgeous pink roller blades. It fit my feet perfectly. I didn't have to pester Vin for his approval since he was behind me to agree on his selection of a new black shirt. Well, we both came out happy with our purchases. He immediately inaugurated his new find by wearing it to the weekend trip and I for one still have to find a companion who will come along for exploring my inborn talent of skating. So much for the self motivating pep talks...but hey - I for one, can DO IT.
It is difficult to read with that background.
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