I sometimes lay awake at night, for hours, thinking of how to escape my house, with my child, if something bad happened (fire, break-in, etc.). I have come up with many different scenarios, but fear that none of them will work and someone will get hurt. This haunts me.
I have a hard time being really happy for people in love. I know this is selfish.
Sometimes in that quietness of the evening that comes after Q has gone to bed, and I sit alone, I wonder...is this it?
I am so frustrated with my younger self and her obsession with how people viewed her. I wish she had been more free and comfortable with who she was. My present self has embraced her individuality.
I have two recurring dreams: 1) that I am back in high school and can't remember my locker combination...and 2) I'm in college, it's the end of the semester, and I realize that I had a class that I never attended. What do these mean?
I wish I lived in a bigger city so I could take some classes... maybe cooking, maybe painting, maybe dancing, maybe cake decorating. I feel so stagnant and need to learn a new skill.
I think it would be so cool to go Skydiving, but I think my fear of heights could prevent me from ever embracing this experience.
Sometimes, in the mornings, when I go to get Q, I brace myself for something terrible.
Is it ever too late in life, and situation, to make a career change?
I wish I had better luck so I could play the lottery. I don't need to be rich, but "comfortable" would be nice.