I've been having a lot of those lately.
I'm starting to make plans for after Amanda and Emilee are gone and those are THEM. You know? Those are THE PLANS. Because it's going to be one step away from me doing whatever it is that I am going to do for the rest of my life. It's not a Mom Choice or a Family Choice or a Desperate Choice... it's a ME Choice. I am choosing for me and me alone.
It's scary.
And it's a little sad because I keep thinking: THAT IS IT? That is what I am going to do? That is where I am going to be? That is ALL I want?
I feel futuristically unfulfilled.
Say that three times real fast.
This was part of an email I sent this morning but I decided I wanted to post it here as well...
Labels: Being a Chic
