The week of renter car, vacation dreaming via Facebook messager, reliving tee-ball days, and ending my work week at a car show because I avoided traffic. Yeah this week was nuts.
Lyric of the Week: “I don’t wanna… love you…don’t wanna…need you… just wanna… leave you. I just want it to be over. ” -To Be Over, Keyshia Cole (If this is a repeat, lyric… get over it. It’s relevant again.)
And this being the first Sunday without football just…sucks. maybe I’ll take all this free time to start my book. I dreamed the title and opening pages this morning… yeah, that’s my goal for next week. Start the book.
The week really was a blur. Friday night I realized Margarita and Corona can just be friends as long as you don’t mix the two together. I was superwoman saving everyone but myself and Spider woman climbing the highest build and wanting to jump off. But I survived the gremlin episode and the true Wanda shined like a Diamond. Here’s to week 17. Hope I live to tell about it.
I Wandalynn, being of sound mind, scar body and amazing spirit leaving behind the old version of margaritas to the ones who think they are still amazing. I leave pounds behind for those who need them. I leave the fear of wearing what I want because I’m to heavy. I leave behind waiting for someone to buy me a ring to those who need someone to do so. I got my own because I leave broke men in my past. I leave behind men that can’t afford to buy me dinner so I have new standards and a lucky fortune cookie to say so. I leave behind my argue, my hurt and my resentment to those who don’t know no better. I leave behind red roses to those who need them as I sign of love and endearment. I leave behind two years of fear that my cancer will return. And last but not least I leave behind the thought of Baby J as I have two amazing children and I’m sure the man I don’t leave behind will have some amazing children himself.
Theme for the week: I Hate 2 Love You BUT Hate 2 Hate You!
This week I did a lot of thinking about my horizon and the type of man I want, need and deserve. I also thought about what my sister calls (mean time) people. I’m sure the fact that my best friend went through a tough week, my sister went through the same old same old and me well my sex in the city channel has been playing all week. So lets say my mind was on a roller coaster this week.
My week ended talking to an older woman that I didn’t even know. She worked hard all her life, retired, and has been traveling for the last 6 years. We talked about her marriage, her husband death and relationships. She repeated to me 3 times; if he loves you and you love him nothing else even matters. As long as you two know what you mean to each other nothing else even matters. Her words echoed in my heart. I believe I was at the right place at the right time. I believe in love but at that very moment she renewed my faith in love.
Going into this week with an open heart, mind and soul.