Friday, October 1, 2010

Life has too much paperwork

I think so much it's hard to begin. I plan for the future with optimistic intentions. Laying our familial foundation. Groundwork for our life together as partners, and lovers. I desire to start a family to the center of my being. It infiltrates my dreams. I dream of pregnancy, motherhood and breastfeeding, and usually connected with a sense of unpreparedness. Oh my god, the baby is 6 months old and we have no supplies, no car seat, maybe a few diapers. Well, at least I can make food.

I dream of Josh frequently as well. Over the years he has truly become the man of my dreams. He's the main subject of my sexual conquests in my ethereal adventures. Who knew? And yet, even with all this yearning for baby making and family building business, I enjoy EVERY moment of my individual freedom while it lasts. I appreciate every morning I sleep in til 11am. I revel in any opportunity to blow off responsibility in lieu of more entertaining endeavors. Like cleaning for instance. I will have no problem one day paying someone to help me keep a clean house, because I fully admit my dislike of deep cleaning.

My mind was just wandering. New updates to my mental programming reminded me of balance and discipline. We can't live in pure indulgence at all times. It's what leads to excess, idleness, and clouded vision. All the more reason to enjoy my laziness and entertainment seeking lifestyle, right? Probably not. It won't last much longer. Change is always happening, and I'm looking forward to mind. Now to make it happen.

Grumble grumble health insurance. Grumble grumble taxes. Life has too much paperwork.

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