Dec. 5th, 2015

God Speed

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Jun. 21st, 2010

peachy keen death

I look around an think this, this is good enough.

Sometimes, I think, people need to sit down and have a good think. It is, at least for me, too easy to let life happen. To me, it's like a flooded river, rushing quickly. And I refuse to be one of those people that lets things just happen, that takes no active part in her life. It would be so easy. Go to work. Go home. Sleep. Wake up. Go to work.

So, I have made mistakes, certainly, but I've done well, too, and I've decided to let everything go. I'm just letting everything go. It's not easy because my over active imagination can take any concept, any wrong turn, and make a life time out of it. I can see it all in front of me, the things that I cannot have and the things that I still can. But I have to accept that the cards that I've played are played. I need to keep going with the hand that I still have, and just let it all go.

I am satisfied that whatever has happened, it will be alright in the end.

Leave it to me to have my midlife crisis early. Oh, well. At least it's out of the way. The alignments of stars and planets that brought this one on will never happen again, and now I can go on with the rest of my life.

In other news I also have a small jade plant, very healthy, that I would be willing to give to a good home if you are local enough/I'm likely to see you any time soon.

Any takers? She's not very large, but my friend Barb gave me mine because she believed it would bring me prosperity. Which, all things considered, I have.

Jun. 9th, 2008

God Speed

Data Blip

This bit of flash fiction came to me while I was brushing my teeth this morning. I could hardly wait to get to work to write it down, yet I made myself get the day started...double checked to make sure nothing was pressing...before I let it go. Inspired partly by Dr. Who, this is certainly not a Who-fic, but the result of a my mind playing with the consequences of one episode. It was exhilarating to write because it just spilled out. Whether it's worthy of sharing or not, I leave up to thee, gentle readers.

“One of these times,” she says, “You won’t be able to come back.”

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