Wednesday, November 18, 2009

the healthiest state in the union and perfect for lovers

I don't want to be one of those people that say, "Oh, no one reads my blog because no one ever comments on my blog," because that's just a passive aggressive way to get people to comment. Right? Am I messing up the meaning of "passive aggressive"? Anyway, I don't want to be one of those people, BUT...

Yeah, it doesn't matter. No one HAS to leave a comment. Who am I writing for anyway? Myself? You? Joe the Plumber? Are you Joe the Plumber? Who here wants Joe the Plumber to "fit your pipe"? Who here doesn't understand what that means? That's what I thought.

I want this:

But is this realistic? Maybe. Actually, it's pretty damn realistic. But it will have to wait. In the meantime, I need to be okay with right now. I need to be okay with the deadlines and the late nights and the sighs and the shaky hands. Because what good will it do to put all of my hopes into the 14x14 cabin if it's on the other side of the country? It will just lead to attachment and inevitable disappointment when I realize that the grass is, indeed, not always greener.

I still want it, though.


Jennifer said...

"Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing. " ~Sylvia Plath

Keep wanting, Meg. Sometimes greener grass, even if it is an illusion, is what gets us out of bed in the morning. I love you. :)

Chris Almond said...

YOu are addicted to books and comments.

Rob said...

that cabin looks cold. keep reaching for that rainbow, kiddo.