but i wanted a baby, and not just any baby, but the baby i got. she's exactly who i've dreamed of having in my life. my beautiful, sweet, little buddy. i get to show her the world and teach her about life, and then watch her go off and live her own. i love life with her. and i wouldn't trade it in for anything.
~k
05 January 2013
frost's disappointment
it never even occurred to me to make a resolution this new year. sure, there are things i'd like to do differently (eating a bit healthier (not that i'm a terribly unhealthy eater, but i could use a few more fruits and veggies), being a bit more patient with my husband (it's really hard to live with a child in an adult-sized body), working out a little more, and writing a lot more), but committing to such things in resolution form...it's just more of a commitment than i can make right now.
the writing thing, though...i really, really, really want to write more. i feel like i can't seem to find my voice. i mean, i have lots of mommy tales to tell. i have lots of political rants in my head. but i can't find the inclination to put them into words. wtf!? it seems like it all went to shit when i left los angeles. is it because i left my voice on the music box steps? i've thought about changing the name of my blog, or perhaps starting another, but i would really rather find another way to unleash my muse because 'notes from the music box steps' feels such a part of me.
or maybe it's just my way of hanging onto the life i left behind???
i miss los angeles every single day (especially in the winter). i miss the random smell of jasmine in the air. i miss my friends. i miss my bumpy road, 4100, dusty's, and that it never got cold. i miss my deck, schneider, and living on the music box steps. and while there are certainly things i really love about my new life, i'm starting to worry that i intentionally chose the road most travelled, and that maybe, just maybe, it's made all the wrong difference...
~k
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