I ain’t really drowning ’cause I see the beach from here April 30, 2008Posted by charmingbutsingle in Advice People Give Me, Dating, Forgive me while I ramble, Friends, General Clumsiness and Related Stupidity, I will never ever actually admit to this ever, It's a strategy, Life, Men, Random Musings on Life, Really. Bad. Habits., Sad but true, Single Girl Cliches, Snippet, Songs I Can't Get Out Of My Head, The Male of the Species Is Ridiculous, Trips to the past, We Get It -- You're Stressed About Getting Old, Women.
I am out of words.
For all of the good advice and caring I’ve received this week, I am out of words.
For all of the moody music I’ve listened to, for the pint of ice cream I ate, for the mindless TV I’ve watched, I’m out of words.
I am not depressed or terribly sad or crying anymore. I’m not bitter or rage-filled. I am out of words.
So I’m sitting, curled up alone in this bed without my words to comfort me, thinking about myself, thanking the heavens for my kind friends.
Grand realizations and cathartic outbursts deserve a moment or two to sink in. So I am marinating in my past choices, pausing in this slight melancholy and planning my next step.