Mother of two facing a mid life crisis or finally living my dreams of trying to make something of my words.
Plea of Temporary Insanity
“They willl forget you, you know.” He said taking the needle and squirting it lightly as he scanned for a suitable vein. “It doesn’t matter,” I sighed, “I had to say it, all the words. Freedom is important. They may forget me, but you can’t kill an idea. If I have to die so be it, I will meet my maker in peace. And my words are out there for all to know forever in the minds of future generations. They may forget me, but they will remember my ideas.”
Shadows of a husband
Our marriage started like any other. We were the typical, quintesiatial couple. We met at work on a smoke break. The only time I considered smoking beneficial ever in my life; as we decided to quit together on our honeymoon. We each tell the story differently of how we met. He was walking down the hallway when he spotted me in a along slotted skirt with boots by the staff lounge mail boxes. I remember him going out the door and me bergrugigly saying hello as I was on my out to my car to grab something. I didn’t really want to deal with people that day, so for some reason when I am like that I forced myself to be extra nice.
There seemed to be no hope for the Valley, unless they found a way out. Prince Patrick found the cave full of relics, but in order for those to work he needed help. The Amauart sickness still plagued many people and dragons roamed the land more than ever before, but not all of them possessed evil in their soul.
What will the future bring
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I sat there contemplating that as I stared out the observatory window, my thoughts flowing like subsonic waves, bouncing off whatever they could find. I felt like screaming, and I wondered if anyone would hear me in the blankness of space because I dared not do so in the observatory. I dare not even whisper, as it was not allowed during mandatory quiet time. I wanted to find an answer to the current predicament I was in. I knew I was up for the my second Decision Making process. It would determine what my next career path would be for my middle age years.
Why didn't I get the job? Why can't I move forward with my writing? I need to create. If I just sit here for countless hours reliving my trauma and staring at Instagram reels about healing and hope. Where the hell does that get me? I really need to be playing with my kids more. They say the best way to show them love is through play. My daughter tells me she hopes I am more energetic today, but dude, didn't she see me clean the whole kitchen and the bathrooms multiple times today and pick up their crap?
I want a challenge
I was always told that there could be two schools on a street. One could be a private school, with well behaved kids and it paid really well. The other one would have the worst behaved kids and horrible pay. I would choose to go to go to the second school.
It was my birthday. Not a huge celebration was planned. I think I was turning 25? Or 24? Really the age does not matter. It was getting to be time to quit the main desk at my University. I was in the process of obtaining my masters from there. I usually left work between 10-10:30pm. The main desk covered both emergency dispatch for the dorms and security phones scattered around campus.
Dear Dad, I know now about generational trauma. In September 6, 2020, when I stepped off a diving board and had a seizure and nearly drowned in the deep end of the child hood camp ground pool you taught me swim in, in front of my poor daughter; passing on trauma, I began to wake up.
The road out
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, but they had come again sliding in through worm holes to darken the skies. Prince Patrick had gathered the Council to see what could be done. He had fallen ill this past year to the The Amauart sickness, the same sickness that had unfortunately almost taken the Queen, his mother. People across the Valley were suffering from it, but in particular, the royal family had been hit hard.