Posted by debaucherysoup
It all started with the sandwich bag paradigm. You buy a packet and it’s over 150 and you’re thinking “these are going to last forever!” And then you’re packing a sandwich and where the heck did those bags GO?
Much like life.
Drudging up the hill to 50.
We think we have so much time, so much available and … “Where did it go???”
I ‘met’ someone a few months ago that I’ve ‘known’ since 6th grade.
I’m conquering my biggest fear to see them, and other friends I haven’t seen in over a decade.
I’m terrified. Not so much anymore about the flight, but – what could be, what I could fuck up, what might have been – etc. etc.
I have hope. I do!
OK, I HAD hope – because I’m constantly being told I’m attractive and then today – I went to Ross on a Tuesday and purchased jeans for my trip to the Central Coast.
Got to the checkout after feeling very frisky and gorgeous and appreciating my body – size 7 – skinny jeans.
The flipping young girl at the register gave me the “Tuesday Special” discount. Which, is 55 and over.
I’m not even going to ask if I look 55.
But hey, I got a discount. Lol.
As for the trip – I’m getting over my fear of flying by reading very positive posts.
I’m adjusting to my new meds and venturing out – the agoraphobiac I am.
I’m looking forward to seeing my friends, and … Honestly? Mostly hoping things go well with D.F.M.
Because I deserve it.
And because it’s about damn time.
And … Because, if I can fly somewhere, I can get over my anxiety/panic disorder.
And I will!