Feeling vulnerable

[Plucky]

Hello Write,
you saw your ex seeming to move on, and even though you know intellectually it is the ight thing, emotions take a while to catch up with that.

You also made a mature decision to postpone romantic involvement until you are more ready for a real relationship.

And then you saw someone who looked like they were unencumbered by all this adult stuff.  It brought you down.

It is a lot more trouble to be grown up, isn't it!  But really, how many young girls have it all together the way we all wish we had? Not very many.  The whole carefree, pure, easy love thing is a myth for the most part.  Most young girls are insecure, plagued by peer pressure, pressure from family and young boys, worried about what to do with their lives......just as we were!

So mourn if you must.  But recognise that some of what you are mourning, never did, and never could exist.  It is a thought, an ideal.    Your reality is not that bad right now.  Live it!  Optimise it!  Don't let it pass by and then mourn it too.

Plucky

[moonlight52]

PLUCKY     WOW   

Being an adult and making mature choices is not easy but once we see and understand what is right and good
the feeling this BEHAVIOR  brings is so much joy.

I would have to say my understanding of true adult thinking came later than some but better late than never.
WOW YOU HAVE SAID IT ALL

Love to you

MoonLight

[Gaining Strength]

What a heros message Plucky.  I will drink from that trough too.  Mourning what never was while missing out on what is can be applied to my whole life.  Thanks for jerking me back to reality.  There is goodness here. I'm conditioned to see what's missing but I intend to refocus on the blessings.  

Your post has snapped me out of a sadness that overcame me today as I have come to understand more about myself and the world.  Just in time to refocus before I go to sleep.  Thank you - now I have a chance of not poisoning my dreams.  - GS

[gratitude28]

Hey write,
Can I go back to the original post??? I have to say that although I do get wistful, it's almost always about my LOOKS. I actually don't long to be "carefree." I am fortunate to have a fabulous husband and great kids and my various beasts. I honestly love my life the way it is, and I can say that the feeling you described is one I had a lot before, but not now (except that I want to be pretty again and not watch myself age).
I am not bragging here... my point is that there is a life out there that will make you happy and take that feeling away. You are just at an in-between period now and longing for you-don't-know-what. So hang in there!!!!! Things will settle once you get through this change.
What are the things most important to you in your life? What do they mean to you?
Love, Beth

[Plucky]

Thank you Moon and GS,
it is very nice to hear that something I said was helpful.
Plucky

[gratitude28]

Plucky,
I hope you don't think I was glossing over your helpful info... I just had a spark of soemthing I wanted to tell write.
Your posts are great and I didn't mean to infer anything or come across as being rude!! So sorry if I did!
Love, Beth

[Plucky]

Hi Beth,
 I did not take any offence, it didn't cross my mind.  It would be pretty cheeky of me to think that everyone should be praising my little writings with every post!
Plucky

[WRITE]

ask that God conform your will to God's will.  Then it is not up to you to mourn your unmet desires nor to change them.  If opening your heart, in prayer, to have your desires conform to God's fits your theology then you take that "figuring it out" off your shoulders.

Thank you, I never thought of it like that- I am so blinded by emotions sometimes!

I have been doing just that since you wrote this and whilst I am not eaxactly clearer about my personal life I have got so much done on the professional level.

Can I go back to the original post???

I don't see why not! My goodness we are all so polite, it's so nice 

You are just at an in-between period now and longing for you-don't-know-what. So hang in there!!!!!

okay!

Your reality is not that bad right now.  Live it!  Optimise it!  Don't let it pass by and then mourn it too.

okay!

refocus before I go to sleep. 

okay!

Thank y'all, thank you very much!

[Gaining Strength]

WRITE

I have been doing just that since you wrote this and whilst I am not eaxactly clearer about my personal life I have got so much done on the professional level.

Wow! - GS

[gratitude28]

Oooooooh write...

I've been meaning to comment on this forever....

You use the word WHILST. I love it!!!!!!!!!! It ruins my thoughts of you as a Texan, though.

Love, Beth

[WRITE]

You use the word WHILST. I love it!!!!!!!!!! It ruins my thoughts of you as a Texan, though.

Well I do also try to say y'all wherever possible!

In England there are community dialects where dost and canst and thee and thou are still in common use; I've always loved that link with the past.

[Hopalong]

(My grandparents were Thee and Thou Quakers.) Lovely words...

Tonight, my dream is still ahead, not behind. That's a big realization. Thanks, Write.

The dream:

Long shining white hair down to my bountiful curvy behind. Children touch it all the time.
Wrinkled lips from lots of kisses. Yep, wrinkled lips. Ain't nothing wrong with 'em. Take those magazines and...(oops)....
Saggy old boobs babies and animals rest trusting heads against.
Glowing happy-looking skin from eating veggies and fruits. Wrinkles and spots...but skin soft to touch and well cared for.
Lovely flowing happy clothes. Joy in the colors and the comfort.
A laugh. A laugh that never leaves me. More laughter every decade.

A love...a man who loves every bit of old me, an old goof who will do anything
to make me laugh. Both of us keen to the absurd, and the delights of simple
everyday miracles. A new bird on the feeder. A squirrel that never gives up.
A dog with a sense of humor.

Sunlight on a little patch of spinach we planted together.

Music, lovely, floating from a window.

That's all.

Hops

[WRITE]

Have you read 'Love in the time of cholera'?

I got to meet Siddarth Shangvai a few weeks ago, his 'Last Song at Dusk' is about love and growing old and what love means to people later in life that is purer than the passion of earlier life....it's a first book but it has much beauty and compassion.

A love...a man who loves every bit of old me, an old goof who will do anything
to make me laugh. Both of us keen to the absurd, and the delights of simple
everyday miracles. A new bird on the feeder. A squirrel that never gives up.
A dog with a sense of humor.

Sunlight on a little patch of spinach we planted together.

Music, lovely, floating from a window.

That's all.

That's all you deserve. And I can't wait to see you get it; the guy who gets you will be so so thrilled.

[Portia]

What a great page.

Write, me old china:

Have you read 'Love in the time of cholera'?

Yes, is that the one where “with a sailor’s shout of ‘Every man for himself!’, the parrot fell in the soup”? or is that the other one? Either way, I laugh every time I read that, a lot. Guess it’s the visual.

Thank God everyone gets old and it isnt just a few of us that are singled out for it!

Here here Sovereign+Safe

edit in: Google is my friend and I am a complete nerd:

But one day he began to do acrobatic tricks on the beams in the kitchen and fell into a pot of stew with a sailor’s shout of “every man for himself!”, and with such good luck that the cook managed to scoop him out with a ladle, scalded and deplumed but still alive.

Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, first section. The parrot causes the death of {spoiler edited}.

[WRITE]

I know, what did we do before the internet!