Some times, as I’m sure you do as well, I sit and wonder…
do I really want a simple kind of life?
I have a ‘friendship tattoo’ with a
girl woman who has grown and acquired each puzzle piece that is missing from my own life; her own home, two mid-sized vehicles, a perfectly blonde & tanned fiancé who works in sales, she takes vacations & has a corporate job. Her backyard is in the process of being landscaped & she thinks often about when she will purchase a dog, medium-sized. They have other couples over for dinner & they drink a nice merlot by the fire-place during the ‘holidays.’
I party almost nightly while juggling phone calls from the men in my life, a doctor, a promoter, a stripper & a musician…
the list goes on, today anyways…
The two of us (a woman & a girl) talk about our lives, compare & contrast. She has what’s missing of mine, & I of hers. Despite the fact she often feels like a housewife & I oft feel like a cutting room floor episode of ‘Sex & the City’ we both claim we wouldn’t trade our lives for the world.
But is that true?
Isn’t the grass always greener on the other side? Are we really just afraid that if we admit to ourselves our desire for change that we are then obligated to take action, being that we have both always been the type to go after our ‘dreams?’
i dunno... you tell me.
