It's Football time again, The Draft preparation has begun! Do you roll out of bed and wish you could stay there or are you still excited by your job? Standing on the sidelines waiting for your very serious part of a game. Oh it is all serious; the job you chose so long ago! Is anything as we thought it would be? Not sure I ever thought things out. Just let them unfold. Today I sprang into my day's regular action where I don't tell stories as much anymore. I want to live my story. I don't know what is happening in my life or body, as I roll out of bed, wishing everyday to have a story making possibilities. A positive story. Are you laughing, or is God in Heaven?
Who would ever think that I would be watching, laughing and thinking about leaving my bra on the sofa, bogged down by simply taking it off. I took it off like a teenage girl reaching it through my sleeve slipping the strap out and then pulling with freedom. I was chilled and didn’t feel like completely taking my shirt off. I picked my bra up,I wanted to generate heat, but was swinging my bra overhead, making my own music without music really working.
Who would ever think I would be caught in a fear of Football season. Something in myself that wants release. I am searching again, as the season changes and my morning breath wander's where I can proceed looking for joy, without the pressures of the day. Will watching you on the Football field bring joy or longing? Am I destined to always be a craving woman in order to keep my Flirt alive. Have you let my Flirt go for what is the point. Whatever this muddle in my day, will I keep my amusement alive as part of it all. Is yearning that exists in aging possible. I don’t want to make a habit of thirst, yet I still do! Why is it that I feel older since I had my Surgery to preserve my youth? Why do I ask why so often? Was it too much of an adult choice that I am not used to?Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Choosing to let myself go in a metaphor or live in reality, this is big for me. I want to know all about who I am in love when I watch Football. Can I even handle it? What about the rules that keeps my teasing fun alive. Questions about can I write at all or simply record my feelings. Am I interesting, really? What I do know is I love loving! I love writing!
