To know a person is right for you!
Yeah, it's always a puzzle to me, for so much of my personality is pulled from the people around me. Ok I worded that wrong. It's all MY personality but certain people draw out certain aspects of my personality more then others. With my husband he draws out the invert aspect of my personality, which sometime I wonder if it is a good thing.
When I hung around an old group of friends of mine, I felt sometimes like a social butterfly, I was always busy with friends and stuff. Now I'm lucky if I see any friends once a month.
I try to sit and wonder sometimes how I wished my life was, weather I wanted to be the fly by the seat of my pants, band follower, music lover, free to do as I please with little responsibilities to others. Or the domestic house wife who looks after the house and kids and cooks and cleans. Or the person who's life I live, the Career wife, with the domestic husband, who seldom see's her friends, but they are still just as important to her, Semi settled, semi-transient life, Planning on moving from City to City as long as the work and security can be found. I find it's kind of in-between the two extremes.
I learned a long time ago, that I could be who ever I wanted to be, live what ever life I wanted to live. So instead I let things happen, so I could have a little mystery in my life.
My Dream? Well I would say it wouldn't be where I am now. Even though I am completely happy in the life I live, sometimes a little reflective though.
If I had picked my life, well I would be married to a guitar player, while running my own contracting company in Environmental Design, mostly on-line. Traveling from place to place, doing most of my work on the computer. We would have a couple of cabin's at lakes and that would be the closest to homes we would have. No kids, but we would have a dog. I would have a couple of Painting studios set up at various locations such as Indonesia, Banff and Vancouver Island, over looking the forests or ocean.
Well something like that anyway.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
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