When are you going to get your shit together???? Mantra from my parents, my ex, many many after them…always asking me this….me always telling them NEVER!!! NEVER YOU BASTARDS!!! WHY DO YOU CARE!!!??? FUCK OFF!!!!
Well today, I will be getting all of my shit together in a UHaul.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iu2q3UFBgmc – this is what I will be trying to accomplish at zero dark thirty today. I haven’t seen the ex but once at a coffee shop after we broke up. Daughter was still in hospital. I was still couch surfing. He talks to me like a robot now, so it should be quick and painless. Also, (the control freak in me HATES this), but he packed all my stuff already. I guess he decided what was mine. I guess when you leave with a suitcase and leave everything behind, you’ve forfeited a little of your rights in this area. He COULD have said, no I won’t keep your stuff. I’m sure its fine, he is not vindictive. I just don’t like it, but secretly its cool that shit is DONE. right?? And of COURSE he has packed the whole house as he is ‘leaving the country’…as he can’t find a job in ALL OF AMERICA. sheesh. anyway BACK TO ME:
oh, and watch that video…cuz that’s what I’ll be doing today. Tetrus Loading a lifetime’s worth of crap into a ten foot UHaul. Well, what’s left of a lifetime that I haven’t dumped, broken, gotten rid of, or burned. It’s all coming home with me. I said the ‘H’ word!!
I will no longer be living out of a suitcase y’alls. In the giant scope of things, its not that big of deal, but in my little world scope of things, its a giant deal.
I WILL HAVE MY STUFF!! MY BOOKS!! MY CLOTHES!!! MY MOVIES!!! MY KIDS’ STUFF!! MY CRAZY COSTUME STUFF!! MY HAIR STUFF!!! Then at 8PM I have my improv show. Life is good.
I did it.
I moved on. ME. With just me.
My shit, my way.
Suck it all y’alls who pooped on me my whole life.
Bite it all y’alls who boo’d me my whole life.
HOORAY all y’alls who always cheered me on even when I didn’t want you to!
HOORAY all y’alls who have always always believed in me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have believed in me. And that’s the most important person who needs to.
It took me a really long time, but I finally believe. Yes Virginia, there is life after 46 for people who didn’t save, or marry, or go to college or do any damn right thing you are supposed to do. Actually I did marry, I had kids, I have worked my butt off. And I need to quit saying I have nothing to show for it.
I have this amazing son
and this amazing daughter
And they aren’t ‘mine’, you don’t ‘own’ your kids, but they are all I have to show for my time here. They will go on to do amazing things without me. They don’t owe me a damn thing. But I don’t got no fortunes to leave behind, I don’t got no amazing thing for humanity except for I made two really cool humans.
So onward and upward warriors of life!!! Carry on! Carry on with your battle swords, your foam swords, your light sabers, your cardboard swords (good name for a band), or the swords you carry in your heart…life awaits!! DON’T GIVE UP.