It's late and i'm tired...
These are words that i never thought i would actually say but it seems to be a growing trend in me. I gave this some real thought today as i assessed the way my day progresses in respect to how i was 7 years ago.
Back then i was pretty much living your regular bohemian lifestyle, the professional couch girl. I owned two changes of clothes, faire costume, painting supplies, toiletries and a one person dome tent. I worked for a spot to park my tent, or for an invite to a community dinner with friends, and every now and then for a little money, doing odd jobs, painting signs, set design, booth design, childcare. I owned little and by the middle of 2000 i was pretty much severed from all of my former close friends, surrounded by new friends without a care in the world, no school, no bills, no stress, no worry. I drank alot and listened to my music at a volume unsuitable for human ears, i stayed awake until dawn then napped until 9 in the morning, scotch in hand and a smile on my face.
A short 7 years later i find myself waking up to Ed Edd and Eddy at 6 in the morning. Before i'm even caffeinated my daughter is cleaned, dressed, done up, encouraged, fed and on the bus.. 7:15 on the nose. The next few hours are consumed by sitting on my porch, feeding the birds (just so i can see my stupid cat try to catch them) and chatting with my neighbor as the day's laundry washes.
When i get into my van, the radio blares the disney station at a volume unsuitable for human ears and while i truly despise the disney station, to my horror i recognize nearly every song that plays.
My community dinners are replaced by mini feasts that i plan hours in advance and cook, most times, however, i wind up cooking something else and discarding the leftovers simply because someone doesn't feel like eating something.
The only scotch in my house is half a roll of scotch tape that one of the neighbor kids dropped in the frog tank last christmas because she "Thought the frog felt left out because he wasn't helping wrap presents"
I now own a half acre plot and manage renters and my phone never quits ringing.
I work pretty hard around here as i'm in the middle of a quasi-remodel job in my home, but just like before , i seldom see any real money. No big deal, never was a fan of money anyway.
I guess back then i never thought i would be the type to "settle down" and while i seem to be doing alright at it, i do kinda miss the bohemian days. Chances are i'm already too old for them now.
It's late and i'm tired... hehe times fun when you're having flies.
These are words that i never thought i would actually say but it seems to be a growing trend in me. I gave this some real thought today as i assessed the way my day progresses in respect to how i was 7 years ago.
Back then i was pretty much living your regular bohemian lifestyle, the professional couch girl. I owned two changes of clothes, faire costume, painting supplies, toiletries and a one person dome tent. I worked for a spot to park my tent, or for an invite to a community dinner with friends, and every now and then for a little money, doing odd jobs, painting signs, set design, booth design, childcare. I owned little and by the middle of 2000 i was pretty much severed from all of my former close friends, surrounded by new friends without a care in the world, no school, no bills, no stress, no worry. I drank alot and listened to my music at a volume unsuitable for human ears, i stayed awake until dawn then napped until 9 in the morning, scotch in hand and a smile on my face.
A short 7 years later i find myself waking up to Ed Edd and Eddy at 6 in the morning. Before i'm even caffeinated my daughter is cleaned, dressed, done up, encouraged, fed and on the bus.. 7:15 on the nose. The next few hours are consumed by sitting on my porch, feeding the birds (just so i can see my stupid cat try to catch them) and chatting with my neighbor as the day's laundry washes.
When i get into my van, the radio blares the disney station at a volume unsuitable for human ears and while i truly despise the disney station, to my horror i recognize nearly every song that plays.
My community dinners are replaced by mini feasts that i plan hours in advance and cook, most times, however, i wind up cooking something else and discarding the leftovers simply because someone doesn't feel like eating something.
The only scotch in my house is half a roll of scotch tape that one of the neighbor kids dropped in the frog tank last christmas because she "Thought the frog felt left out because he wasn't helping wrap presents"
I now own a half acre plot and manage renters and my phone never quits ringing.
I work pretty hard around here as i'm in the middle of a quasi-remodel job in my home, but just like before , i seldom see any real money. No big deal, never was a fan of money anyway.
I guess back then i never thought i would be the type to "settle down" and while i seem to be doing alright at it, i do kinda miss the bohemian days. Chances are i'm already too old for them now.
It's late and i'm tired... hehe times fun when you're having flies.
