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Promise of the Future

Published 24.8.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I love having things in my life to look forward to. But I hate having good things come to an end.

I love hastening the dreary days by anticipating the next enjoyable moment. But I hate the way those moments end so quickly.

The problem with always anticipating the next wondeful things is the quiet times inbetween go by unnoticed. Life passes you by so much faster. It is marked by the huge events.

I have decided I need to savor EVERY moment, not just the great ones, not just the ones I look forward to. Every little moment, even when I am stressed and pulling my hair out, there will be a time when I will look back longingly. So I need to take this moment, right now, and cherish it for what it's worth. Be grateful for the littlest thing. My nice smelling hand lotion, a song I like on the radio, a yummy bit of food, there is so much I can be happy about. I do not need to find the next exciting thing, I can be happy as I am, in this moment.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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