When did I decide that living life in a particular way was more important than just living life?
And what have I been waiting for?
When did I decide that only once I was ________________ enough was I entitled to the same amount of pleasure and joy as everyone else on the planet?
Not that all of them are taking advantage of it either, but to each their own, and I fear that I have been giving my ‘each’ far too little credit for far too many years.
The tingles to go and do things…just because...
The desires to go and sit in a cafe with the best coffee in New York and write about nothing or something or anything on my computer…to be THAT girl. The desire to put on a nice dress and go have a glass of wine at a smokey jazz bar…ALL BY MYSELF. The desire to see the statue of liberty just because, to walk thru The Met and look at all the art, even if it doesn’t speak to me or I know nothing about its history. Just the notion of what it feels like to spend a day in Brooklyn or to taste the best greek food that New York has to offer..which I'm told is in Queens.
when did I lose the will to have fun?