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5 shots and 4 Guinness later! Wow, what a night! “Oh no! Did I send all these text messages?” March 18th 12:59 a.m. – “I love you!” March 18th 1:15 a.m. – “Can I come over?” March 18th 1:32 a.m. – “You are so hot! Xoxo” “Oh, s*#), what did I do? What happened last night? I work with him! I have to SEE him today! What am I going to do?
At the end of some days, when I haven't quite finished everything I wanted to or pushed out of my comfort zone as far as I would have liked, I remind myself there is always tomorrow. But that's a lie. Sometimes life blesses us with second chances and sometimes not. Can we really risk counting on tomorrow?
Right now, I have about 45 different things I have to do before school starts. I have to practice driving for my driving test next week, clean my room, work on my AP Art homework, paint my basement, go for a run in preparation for the cross country season, write my college essay before I see my tutor tomorrow, work on my CommonApp for college applications... you name it, I probably have to do it. And, I have just 2 weeks to get everything done. Stressed is my first name and Out is my last.Adding to all this, I'm trying to balance my relationship with my boyfriend, friends, and family. I don't have time for it all! I really don't know how to do it. My relationship with my boyfriend is more and more serious... he already told me he wants to be with me forever and we haven't even been going out for 5 months. I love him a lot, but I don't have the time for this commitment right now. Plus, if at just 4 and a half months he has already said he wants to be together forever...
Why do you feel a pang of regret for those children you never had, that you always said you never wanted? Why do you feel a yearning for kids when you know they really don't fit your lifestyle or who you are? I'm at the park, watching a bunch of kids play softball, and a gal sitting nearby asks her friend, "Ever wanted kids?" and the gal shakes her head: "Nah – too much to deal with as it is." "Yeah," the friend says, "But sometimes I wonder if I should have." "Well, you still could," her friend replies, "You're what – 37, 38?" "Just," the gal says, "But it wouldn't work. I hardly have enough time for my job with all the travel I have to do, plus keeping up with chores and all the stuff my husband wants, much less dealing with a child – and he doesn't want kids anyway." She sighs, "Oh, well."
When I posted these four words to describe my love life, it describes my entire love life. My love life, if you could call it that started way too early, way before I was ready for any relationships with "boys", so that's one of the main reasons for the sadness and loneliness. I had it all screwed up in my mind thinking that sex was what love was, so it was pretty crazy. I wanted to use the word confusing also, but those were the most accurate four words.
Recently, we happened upon a charming little website called DearOldLove.com. The concept is very simple: Much in the way that PostSecret publishes postcards with people's deepest secrets written on them, DearOldLove posts small, poignant notes from people who have one last thing to say to that old lover. Under the guise of anonymity, it's surprising how much that's left unsaid finds itself out in the open for all to read.
What's your biggest regret? Folk singer Chris Blake Googled "my biggest regret" and posted what he found inside a music video.
