Looking at the calendar I cant help but think about how much time has flown, but not like the average person can, not because I know summer is around the corner, or because I know my baby girl is one year older (which in turn makes me feel proud, yet so old) but because my time is just being more and more limited. The summer activities that are about to come up are not just exciting thoughts to me, but memories I require to make. In a couple week Audrey is turning 7, Rockfest is coming up after that, the pools will be open soon... So much I want and need to cram into this summer.
But Im over every emotion, every though being consumed by the future that I see. I am over my happiness being measured on a scale. I want to "live it up" the way I boasted I was going to. I want to go one day and just remember what it was to be happy without having the back thought of regret. I want to cut my hair without thinking about how much easier it will be to deal with in prison if its longer. But most of all, I want a relationship that refuses to push the limits of happiness because it too is on a time schedule, and heaven forbid they become to close and I leave.
Is that a shady cop out or is that what they really are thinking?
Better yet, why am I am so worried and over analazing about what they think? That has never been my style. I dont care, I have always done me... So why now? Why am I concerned with why Im not good enough? I run and workout, why? for me or for the outside point of view? Its little things like that, that make me feel like I might have lost perspective of who I am why I am accepted and loved by the people who truely love me. I want to get back to me...who I was, and who I truely loved being.
So, in turn brings me to the conclusion and the under lying reason of these emotions. Why am I questioning maybe I should turn myself in. Maybe Im not proving anything in this world except for my weaknesses that I have being subject too. If i choose to turn myself in my time will start. Or maybe my objectives are self centered, but why did I, once again, allow myself to go to that extreme.