Patience

"All of life and human relations have become so incomprehensibly complex that, when you think about it, it becomes terrifying and your heart stands still." - Anton Chekov

If I can give myself credit for nothing else in the world, I can tell you with 100% certainty that I've worked diligently to create my own life.

Dreams I've had have manifested. Wings have been given feet.

I fucking hate this standstill I find myself in, completely dependent on the actions of others, the desires and needs of others. It's so frustrating for a "doer".

But wait...what?...there's two sides to every story? Indeed.

I love my life right now.

I'm 35 with 36 bearing down quickly. I'm a divorced mother of two children. I have a small but amazing group of friends. I have a career that I love. I'm having so much fun I can barely sit still.

Yes, there is more in life. I can't be a 36 year old party girl forever. Hell, I probably shouldn't be her now.

But I'm having so much fun. And really, it's not all that complex!