Vroom Vroom for Lack of a Better Title
February 21st, 2008
Catching up one some major writing now that both my finger and my lungs are feeling better. Not to mention my spirit altogether. Today hasn’t been the best of days but nothing too bad has happened.
A dear friend of mine called me this morning with an emergency. I wasn’t able to help her, at least not at the moment. I’m hoping tomorrow I’ll be able to call her back and be more help. Last night I had one hell of an asthma attack- I’m counting the woes of last night because it was in fact early this morning a few hours before the phone call that began today.
I managed to call my health insurance place (since I was already awake) only to be referred to another number that if I’m as predictable as I’ve proven so far will take me another three weeks to call because they were closed by the time I realized my 2 was actually an 8 and dialed correctly.
A snow plow came up the drive away about 6 pm’ish and I freaked out because all I saw was the lights and my first thought was an ambulance or a cop car come to tell me that something had happened to my Hunny. It didn’t occur to me till after that asthma attack that not only were the lights the wrong color and the fact that an ambulance wouldn’t come to tell me that news but also that my Hunny was still in school.
Also, for once, I’m feeling very sleep deprived. In all of this I’ve only taken a couple- maybe one- of naps. Usually this doesn’t affect me but I honestly prefer my 4 hour or less nights of sleep to be by my choice. It’s different when I’m trying to sleep and nothing will let me.
Also, I discovered via my W2′s that I have to surrender an entire paycheck (and a half possibly) because work messed something up and wasn’t taking money out for taxes. I would have never known something like this could happen if Hunny hadn’t told me. This honestly proves how little foster kids are prepared for the real world. It felt so unfair.
Given, I know a lot more than a lot of other kids who left foster care but that’s because I never trusted the system to give me anything and I knew what happens when you get out. Nonetheless I still get caught up in ignorance. I wonder if the parents of ‘normal’ children think to tell their kids to ask if taxes are being taken out, or to look at their pay stubs or something? Or do ‘normal’ kids find out another way? This certainty isn’t something they taught me in school.
All that aside-
I feel good right now. Yeah so some crap happened but no one’s hurt, my writing wasn’t deleted, the cats are all still furry and cute, and I feel connected in some small way to life more and more each day in a way I hadn’t felt in earlier years.
Wow, you know what? I was actually planning/thinking about posting something entirely different but I guess my fingers got away from me. I’ll save it for another more on topic post. This one is long enough.
Blessed be all. I truly mean that too. Be happy and love one another. No matter what happens the world has to keep on spinning (okay, unless we nuke ourselves or get hit by some cosmic boulder) and out paths keep moving. It’s like we’re on a constantly moving conveyer belt. So what if you stand around? It just keeps moving and turning and going off to different ramps that lead to whole new conveyer belts. If you don’t make one turn or the other eventually someone is going to make it for you.
Be free and make your own choices in life. There’s too much to see and do to just stand around. Shit happens, yes, but it changes nothing. It may give your more paths or make some impossible to reach at times but it does not change the fact that you have to keep moving.
Okay. I’m rather hyper right now. Typing too much. Bye bye.
[Note: I can't believe the word shit is not in my spell check. *giggles* Yes, this is the first time I've used the word on my blog. More than likely the last too but it's how my mind went at the time so I had to use it. Writing from the heart doesn't count if you censor it.]
i’ve had posts like that, where i think i’m sitting down to write one thing, but, having submitted to the inner fingers, find that i’ve written something entirely different.
keep on keeping on. sometimes it’s the only thing that works. but so long as we have something, it can all be good. long may you have something; and long may you keep moving.
:-)
J1M: *nods muchly* Yup yup. I get it now and then but usually I don’t end up finishing those kinds of posts and they get stored in a random folder till/if I come back to them.
“keep on keeping on. sometimes it’s the only thing that works.” < - Extremely true. :)
-Tofu to you and thx for the kind words I could use them tonight.