Eating blueberries and wishing for rain

Wishing for rain...it's something I have been doing a lot lately. It could be because I love the rain, and it could also be because it has felt really muggy lately, or maybe just a good combination of the two.

The blueberries, well I just love blueberries. Who doesn't?

And the two together, well, they are both wonderful, but together they're amazing.

It helps me think. There's so much to think about these days. So I find myself eating blueberries and wishing for rain.

I've been thinking about life. What life should be, what it is, what I hope it would be.

...there's so much to think about...

so much.

Picture perfect

Relationships look prettier from the outside...

I heard this the other day.

Do you think it's true?

Pity

Pity is one of the worst feeling someone can feel for another human being.

It's as if they stand on the clouds, in their perfect world, hovering above...and looking down on the poor creatures below.

I hate feeling pitied. I have more pitied in the last year than in my entire life.

I'm the divorced girl, with three kids...yadda, yadda, yadda...all alone.

But do you know what I think, when I feel someone dumping their pity glare on me?

I pity them.

I pity them for not stopping and taking the chance to know me, my situation, my story, my adorable girls.

And in the end, they are the ones who lose out. And though my life doesn't take place in the clouds, it's still a pretty great life. And from my perch, I can look out, and see the good, the real, the stories of others.

And how can you pity that?

Under pressure

"...pressure, pressing down on me..."

I think a lot of us can relate to Queen's famous song, whether it's our job, school, family, friends or even a lover...there's always pressure.

Say this, do that, look this way, wear those clothes, think these thoughts...

It can all become overwhelming. Especially in a valley or culture that thrives on perfection.

But the problem is, who says they are the authority on perfection, on "all the right things"?

So, for me personally, I'm shedding the pressure. I'm going to do decide what's best for me say, do, look like, think...

I'll choose to be my own version of perfection.

Driving in the rain

Sometimes you need to take a drive in the rain.

If only it would rain.

I feel like driving in the rain today.

It helps me think.

Yes, I would think about you while driving in the rain. But wouldn't I think about you while driving without the rain?

Yes.

But at least if it were raining, I would feel like I could think more clearly.

You make my brain cloudy,

...but where's the rain?

Over it

I love it when you hit that point...


...the point you can think about that one person, and not have your insides rip out.

It's always a great feeling.

The marrying kind (part 2)

I had a thought tonight...

I think men are attracted to "wild" women, but marry plain ones.

First, before you start throwing tomatoes...let me explain what I mean by wild.

All I really mean is untamed, imagine a wild horse, running free across the plains. No saddle, no bridle, free spirited, not tied down.

A man sees that, and they come a runnin'! Who doesn't love a flowy mane floating on the breeze?

The freedom of these creatures draws the menfolk in, with as much intoxicating mystery as a siren would allure an unsuspecting sailor.

But once they're there, once they began to share a life with their wild horse, they soon find they can't keep pace, and they can't hold her down.

So they walk...to greener pastures, if you will.

And they settle on the simple mare. The one with a bit in her mouth, the one that can be led with a simple tug on the reigns.

Granted, not every man is this way, but I'm willing to bet that most are. (sorry fellas, it's just what I think)

What a wild girl needs, is someone who will ride across the open plains with her, beside her, a free stallion, wild and untamed as her.