GAHH!
I just found an old boyfriend's blog. Sascha, you know the one...the narrow escape. It was gratifying but sad to see that the people who I had pegged for mediocrity, are, well, mediocre. (yes, sad. I'm not a TOTAL vindictive bitch!!) How do you stay there forever??
I have turned my back on that life with good reason. It was like running a Flintstones car on a treadmill. The only thing I miss is the creativity. My new Improbable Friend (who I'll blog about later) is helping with that!
I love my life now. I travel extensively with the hobby and work; I have friends around the world from it. THere is really nowhere I couldn't go and find someone I know. I love my job. I'm doing things that are worthwhile, "saving the world" kinds of things. I am currently writing national policy. I love the Hubster and Family. They are wonderful. My friends are excellent. All contributing to society in some manner...
One of my friends,who is a lot like me, tells the story of going to lunch with her boss and colleagues. She was leaving when someone called out her name. She turned and recoiled mentally with horror to see a remnant of her past--still looking like they lived there. She replied, "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person", turned, and left.
I understand.
I have turned my back on that life with good reason. It was like running a Flintstones car on a treadmill. The only thing I miss is the creativity. My new Improbable Friend (who I'll blog about later) is helping with that!
I love my life now. I travel extensively with the hobby and work; I have friends around the world from it. THere is really nowhere I couldn't go and find someone I know. I love my job. I'm doing things that are worthwhile, "saving the world" kinds of things. I am currently writing national policy. I love the Hubster and Family. They are wonderful. My friends are excellent. All contributing to society in some manner...
One of my friends,who is a lot like me, tells the story of going to lunch with her boss and colleagues. She was leaving when someone called out her name. She turned and recoiled mentally with horror to see a remnant of her past--still looking like they lived there. She replied, "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong person", turned, and left.
I understand.
1 Comments:
Welcome back, somehow I didn't get the notice in the email that you had updated.
I am caught up now. How's the dog?
(well, I can't help it, I liked the dog!)
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