the view from the inside....

5.09.2006

Endings....and beginnings

I have read this blog so many times that I could recite much of it to you. I could tell you how people find it, what words the google to happen across the archives, who reads it regularly....I could read you the statistics.

But now it's time for a fresh start.

A lot has changed in my life. In fact, I feel like I've started a new one. And I'm tired of rereading the mistakes and the hurt and the anger. It's over....and something beautiful has begun.....

...and, hence, I have started a new blog.

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3.09.2006

Setting the record straight for single moms everywhere.

Single mothers need love too.
No really, we do.
We spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week doing all of the things that we do because we are responsible for someone else's welfare and well being. We hold ourselves accountable for shaping the minds and hearts of little people. We hope that we can help them grow into loving, unjaded adults, by our example....even if we don't have an "other half" to fill the void. We are a mother and a father all rolled into one - the best friend and the disciplinarian - the good guy and the bad guy....and it's a lot of fucking work.

Often, it's a job we CHOOSE to continue to do on our own because, by the time you become a single parent, you have seen proof that having two parents in a household does not necessarily make it a better environment. In fact, if it's not the right two people, it can be detrimental to the well being of EVERYONE in the household. As horrible as it sounds, it's true.

By chance, sometimes, the woman who lives her life for someone else has the opportunity to meet someone who brings an extra spark of life into her smile. A little extra hint of joy.
Someone who can give her that sense of freedom and carelessness that she long forgot.... even if only for a minute. Someone who can wrap their arms around her and make her forget, for just a second, all of the balls that she's got in the air and give her the composure to catch them all instead of drop a few.

Sometimes even those of us who have committed ourselves to molding another human being find out that we have a void in our lives that needs to be filled - and, when you find the person who fits in that empty space, it makes your heart lighter.

We're not just single moms, you know.
We're normal people.
We find ourselves attracted to people.
We find ourselves in need of companionship.
We date people because we enjoy their company.
We go to the next level with people because we care about them, genuinely.
We love people, sincerely.

Contrary to the apparently popular belief, we aren't just looking for someone else to help us raise our children. Love is meant to fill a void in your life and your heart, not in your pocketbook. Being with someone makes the load easier to bear because you have emotional support, not because someone else is taking on the responsibility.

It really makes me angry that people seem to think otherwise.

Honestly, I think Depeche Mode said it best in an old familiar song:

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She will hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it

3.02.2006

All of the above

2006 is shaping up to be everything I had hoped that it would be. Every time I have a fear or a doubt or a worry, it is quickly subsided.

I am feeling the artistic vibes start to flow out of me again. I am inspired to write. I am inspired to sing. I am inspired to dance.

Most importantly, I'm inspired to spin records.

We all know that this is something that I can ONLY do when I'm happy.

:)

Yay.

But, seriously, I ran into a bit of a conundrum today.

I know that Kevin knows that this blog exists. I know he does. But I also know that he hasn't read it. *whew*
For quite some time, even though he was on myspace, I never added him to my preferred list because I didn't want to risk him reading some of the things that he wrote about him. In light of recent events, I have added him. EVERYTHING is out in the open.

Then, today, I said something. I was sitting at lunch with a good friend and we were talking about Kevin and, out loud, I said "I'm going to marry that boy one day." I think the fact that I said it out loud was shocking enough to me that I couldn't even play it off as a joke. I said "Oh dear god, that's insane." followed by "Of course, you know, it wouldn't be for a loooooong time." My friend laughed at me. And I thought, I've got to write this shit down and see what I make of it.

And then I realized that I couldn't.

I realized that I had given up my own space for private thoughts. Shit.

Time to create a new journal. A new blog. A new space. I'm sure you guys will all find it eventually. *wink*

2.24.2006

Coming clean.

Here is my life in a nutshell. As direct as can be.

I got a job at Ichiban part time to get extra cash flow.
I met a boy who worked there.
I began to date him casually.
I fell in love.
I fell into denial.
I tried several times to break things off with him but couldn't follow through.
He wouldn't let me.
He tried to make a break for it.
I didn't let him.
We laid our cards on the table.
We're in love.
And we're happy.
And Nevin's happy.
Everything is perfect.
Finally.

2.10.2006

surprise.

"...something happens and I'm head over heels
I never find out 'till I'm head over heels
something happens and I'm head over heels
no, don't take my heart
don't break my heart
don't, don't, don't throw it away..."


I caught the pop-up to right field....but can I make the play at 3rd?


 
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