Thursday, December 10, 2015
Little Joys
Back in the swimming game. Coming home to my kiddos watching Episode 5. Pouring myself a glass of red. Day off tomorrow. The sky is the goddamn limit people. Happy early weekend!
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
I'm Back Bitches!
So for my first post in, I don't know, four years, I will talk neither of books or booze. Even though both are still quite prevalent in my life. There's plenty of time for that later.
As today is my daughter 13th birthday... seriously, I've been thinking a lot. Not just about inevitable aging. Or single parenthood. But more about life as I know it and how so very different it is than what I thought at age 13. Anyone that has known me for a good span of time will tell you than I never have been much of a romantic. I believe my German heritage actually does not allow for it. At least on the outside. That being said, my 13 year old self still had the start of those dreams of adult life. Find a nice guy: preferably ginger, with man bun and birkenstocks optional. Actually, if I'm being totally honest, I wanted Westley. The Princess Bride Westley. As you wish Westley. And from the age of 13 to say 30, I thought for sure that was attainable. Mind you during that span of time I married a narcissist, seriously dated a crazy person, and had more dead end flings than I care to mention. I fear I may have missed the mark.
You may be asking me where are you going with this. Here's the point. I fear Westley can no longer exist in this world. We live in an era of Tinder and Plenty of Fish and God knows whatever other sites that I haven't even heard of. Because of that I have a complete lack of faith that any man would willingly enter into an actual relationship when there are SO many options out there that don't involve settling for that one true love. I am aware of my jaded status but I am waiting for evidence to the contrary. Waiting...
So my point is, if you have not bagged a mate by now, you're fucked. Super extra fucked when you throw in two kids and a helluva shitty back story. So what advice does one give their teenage daughter when these are the thoughts rolling in one's head? You tell me. I have no idea.
Wish me luck.
As today is my daughter 13th birthday... seriously, I've been thinking a lot. Not just about inevitable aging. Or single parenthood. But more about life as I know it and how so very different it is than what I thought at age 13. Anyone that has known me for a good span of time will tell you than I never have been much of a romantic. I believe my German heritage actually does not allow for it. At least on the outside. That being said, my 13 year old self still had the start of those dreams of adult life. Find a nice guy: preferably ginger, with man bun and birkenstocks optional. Actually, if I'm being totally honest, I wanted Westley. The Princess Bride Westley. As you wish Westley. And from the age of 13 to say 30, I thought for sure that was attainable. Mind you during that span of time I married a narcissist, seriously dated a crazy person, and had more dead end flings than I care to mention. I fear I may have missed the mark.
You may be asking me where are you going with this. Here's the point. I fear Westley can no longer exist in this world. We live in an era of Tinder and Plenty of Fish and God knows whatever other sites that I haven't even heard of. Because of that I have a complete lack of faith that any man would willingly enter into an actual relationship when there are SO many options out there that don't involve settling for that one true love. I am aware of my jaded status but I am waiting for evidence to the contrary. Waiting...
So my point is, if you have not bagged a mate by now, you're fucked. Super extra fucked when you throw in two kids and a helluva shitty back story. So what advice does one give their teenage daughter when these are the thoughts rolling in one's head? You tell me. I have no idea.
Wish me luck.
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