O youthful enthusiasm, where art thou?

You know what pisses me off? I did this already. I wanted to sing well and perform. I got some training, fought tooth and nail for it. I wanted a better job, one that paid more and had great benefits. I wanted an unencumbered life. I wanted a degree. I wanted to live in paradise.

I made all that happen. I am freakin’ TIRED of making shit happen. I’m old now! I am not 20 or 33 or 40 and I am not Madonna. I don’t have endless financing with which to execute the next personal reinvention.

I was settled. I was content. I hate being derailed yet again. I worked to get here. Why is it an endless fight? I want to stop moving. I am tired.

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3 thoughts on “O youthful enthusiasm, where art thou?”

  1. Absolutely no drivel I can come up with will make this all better so I’ll just give you a sad face 🙁 and agree that it just flat ass sucks. I hope a big door opens and good fortune lands in your lap.

  2. Thanks, Gayle. My mother, hardly what you’d call an “optimist”, would tell me that if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. I think it’s time for the beggars to hit the Lotto and buy the damned stable 🙂

  3. I’m with Gayle, both on the sucky part and on the hope. MY mother always said, if wishes were horses then pigs could fly. It made about as much sense to me as the accurate version that you were taught, but count me in on the Lotto purchase!

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