Lately I have been thinking, apparently the music and singing isn’t distraction enough while I run. Thinking about things that I said I wouldn’t think about. Thinking about where this is going and knowing that where it’s going is not the direction I want or need to be headed in. Thinking that in some respects it’s too late to put the cat back into the bag, or un-spill the milk- know what I mean??
So I’m standing there looking around Saturday morning at all the possibilities yet all I could think was that even the “good ones” are probably freaks. Yeah, I know- that’s disturbing. So many options and not a clue which direction to go or where to start! You might think that’s a good problem to have but it’s not. From one extreme to another in no time huh?
Maybe it’s me? Maybe I am too quick to judge a book by the cover?? Seems that once I am a few chapters in it isn’t what the “Cliff Notes” said it was. Or maybe it’s my interpretation or expectations that are askew? I don’t know but I am growing tired of the game. On the other hand being with someone you know isn’t “right’ is just wrong.
