hopes
This weekend I'm hoping for very little and therefore have very little on my plate. As I nurse many internal complex transitions, I feel almost obsessed with the singularization of a task - and cannot help but think that smearing the most light-filled dove gray paint all over my room will provide a focus for me to rediscover myself.Le Weekend Hopes
- Date with The Saint tonight (hint. hint. let's go here or here)
- Painting my room (more on this later)
- Carving out a few hours to reflect and write
- Connecting with very old friends
- Sleeping
I am exhausted from clawing and clamoring;
futilely attempting to seize that which slips through my frail fingers.
It was never mine to hold anyway.
Release hurts.
Like a bitch.
Your hopes for this weekend?
7 comments:
I am hoping for pea shoots and happiness this weekend and a strong sense of rest in the midst of it all.
Sending love,
Allison
I am hoping for zero fights. Not even one.
I want to punch a unicorn so hard it shits rainbows.
I hope my hyacinth outlasts the frost.
I hope to be rid of the apartment once and for all.
I hope that while my husband is out whoring himself, he'll finally get paid what he's worth.
I want to hope that fathers and mothers, aunts and uncles, daughters and nieces can heal hurt and care for one another, but I'm not quite there yet.
Grey walls are my very favorite.
...they soften the day and deepen the night.
Hugs xx
My plans ~ rest, rest and cleanse :-)
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