Promise to myself

I promised that I would blog daily.  I want this to become a habit.  At the same time, I worked 13 hours today, only spent about 15 minutes with Khaila, and I have to be back up and at it WAY too soon!  For that reason, I’m going to give you a little something that I have been working on.

Sometimes, this was all a person could ask of an early fall weekend.  The sun was warm on her skin, the sounds of one of the last festivals of the year drowning out the thoughts that had been consuming her for too long.  As she sat alone, far from the hustle and bustle of the main tent, she was trying to work up courage and strength that she had convinced herself resided somewhere inside.  For too long, she had spent her life being told what to think, how to act, how to feel.  This was Marti’s time to shine.  She felt liberated after spending a decade in a marriage that she had known before the vows wouldn’t last.  She had convinced herself that her husband would change, that he would be more loving after they were man and wife.  She quickly realized that was only a dream, but by then she felt trapped. 


She found the courage to leave and be on her own for the first time in her life.  She had traveled a bit, found new hobbies, was working on finding social circles she could be a part of, but something was missing.  As dysfunctional as her marriage had been, she missed the closeness of having someone there.  She wanted to have someone to talk to, possibly curl up on the couch with and read together, watch TV, or simply turn down the lights and turn up the music and lay there.  She hadn’t had this in her marriage, and this time she would settle for nothing less.  Once she walked through that gate, a man who, at least on the surface, appeared to have most of the qualities she wanted would be waiting for her.  “I will be to the left of the stage.  I’ll be the one standing alone looking desperately for someone to talk to.”  She was thinking back to their conversation last night. 

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One Response to Promise to myself

  1. Stacie says:

    Interesting . . . will she meet him?

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