Friday, November 06, 2009
Missing the second bus.
I know my life is good.
I know I define myself too much by the work I do.
I know I get a lot of positive feedback from that part.
But
I know I'm lacking balance
I know I shouldn't think as much as I do
Especially about her.
I'm lucky that I'm free to do anything
But the truth is I do very little about that
I get too wound up in the moments
Then realize I miss my friends at the other end of NZ
I love that I can drop by there and feel welcome.
We can grab a beer or wine and watch a classic movie.
Leave conversations midstream for another shore
Bro-mance is a word I guess
I miss that here.
But today is a low day.
Two days from now I will look at this
pause, then maybe delete
wondering what i was thinking
But - not today.
Here they are catching the busses
Everyone is pregnant - or once removed
No one can play - even the husbands
Especially the husbands
And this is my second time around.
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if "her" is the Apple laptop you sold me, you can visit any time you want,
I had forgotten about that! :)
Sounds like a bad day. Sorry I wasn't there to come around and slag off your DVD collection and let my dog nibble your face. Look forward to catching up next week.
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Was a bad day - but I've let the post lie untouched. Denial can be a bad thing - better to accept and move on.
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