Buddha (via eyeslikemysoul)

We do think that, mostly. We think/plan of futures we may never get.

I feel the pinch of time slipping away, and the frustration of wanting to be okay, not cry, not ache, but then, as I wait for my mechanic to show up so I can take him to breakfast, I start thinking about it. This quote is stuck in my heart and head like corn gets between my teeth after eating it off the cob. I work at it with my tongue, trying to unstick my thoughts.

I need to embrace this pain. All these emotions. The love, all of it. This time is precious… Even when I am messy.

I’m going to enjoy the hell out of all of it, the sad. I get to cry! Over a stupid boy! Not anything that hurts my kids or my health or the health of those I love. I’m going to revel in the tears for a boy who doesn’t love me enough to want to keep me. And I’m going to keep reminding myself that this time is a gift.

On a side note, it’s sunny. I wore a dress. And wedges (Darth hated wedges).