Musings from the laundromat: Change edition
“If you need change, I can’t give it to you.”
My laundry lady went on to say, “The girl last night locked the vault.”
Made me start thinking about how much I DO need change. And not the break a twenty kind.
But I’m working on that. Vaults be damned.
I guess this is kind of a change … Sure not ginger ale.
And, thanks to our recent monsoon shenanigans, there are all these fun plants wrapped around mundane objects, really found this beautiful.
So, there’s a couple of changes.
But not the ones I had in mind.
There comes a day when you wake up, look around you and realize, “I am approaching 50 and I haven’t much to look forward to.”
There comes a day when you wake up and repeat your day like a pattern and loathe it.
I have an unchecked lottery ticket in my purse. A dream of what my life could be and health issues I want mended.
I have a bonkers sense of hope, and a realistic feeling of being ‘stuck’.
Those things coupled become completely frustrating.
It’s like ticking off days on a calendar, only, it’s the countdown to the end.
So, what do I want to change, and how to go about it?
I’ll know more about that soon.
Mostly though, I stay in the moment and appreciate my life.
But I can’t keep doing my pattern forever. I need more for myself.
I am capable of change, and open to it.
Now I just need to check that lottery ticket I suppose.
Posted on July 3, 2016, in Musings from the laundromat, Uncategorized and tagged change, gratitude, life, musings from the laundromat. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Hello Amanda, I was wondering if you would ever date one of your followers. Perhaps that could be your lottery ticket. I have to say I am quite the the catch and I could be the solution to your version of a mid-life crisis. I know, and I might be getting ahead of myself, that you would fall head over heels for me when we finally meet. Just don’t tell my wife, she wouldn’t understand. What do you say?
Lol! 1) since I know you don’t have a wife I’d be interested to know what the date would entail.
I thought I would take you to a bar so you could meet my friends and when the sedative kicks in I thought we could re-enact the pinball scene from the movie The Accused. Once that is done we could get something to eat because I’m sure you will have worked up an appetite. Then we could go to a motel that rents by the hour and maybe make love about one time and then spend the next 59 minutes seeing where we could go next. Once that’s settled we go to an ATM and you withdraw as much as you can and then we go to my home and make it rain. That’s when you throw money at booty, its a ghetto term. Then you can leave before my wife gets home, but make sure you leave the money you withdrew. I might need it for my STD pills.
Sounds perfect. As long as I can bring my friend – Aileen Wuornos?
Of course you could bring a friend someone has to film all the madness.