Seasons are changing here. Overnight it feels like summer, the tourists become less and less and the water becomes warmer and warmer. I’ve settled back into my island life, my sarcastic grateful life of garbage and breathtaking views.
It has been all about getting on a schedule and making things “normal” for Scar, not that having me as a mother is ever normal, but getting her to gymnastics on time a few weeks in a row is a definite “win”, and I take the wins where I can get them.
My advice to the abnormal is to not have children. They become exactly like you and then you know firsthand why people have looked at you funny all of your life. You also get a bird’s eye view of just how cool you are, and I choose to focus on the latter. Because I am positive, goddamnit.
She goes to school in August, THANK GOD. I don’t mean it like it sounds. But I have done my time, and in a few years I plan on missing these days. But for now, I want to lay around and write, create, and masturbate if I damn well please. I want to be alone in my home. I want to day-drink like a normal person.
(Before anyone writes in, I do not condone drunk driving with children. Kiss off.)
But it will be a big change, and I have so many projects in the hopper for when I am not being bossed around by a five year old all day.
That’s what life does, it changes seasons, and it makes you miss the snow when you’re standing in the sun. I like the gratitude of yesterday and today's excitement of tomorrow.
I used to actually bitch about having to go out for “yet another” fabulous wine soaked dinner. One day I’ll look back and romanticize obsessing over every shit this kid took, or the time she refused to wear anything I bought her for two years straight. Even now, as I write this, I look up at her and laugh because she is so fucking beautiful and funny.
But, things are changing over here, big time. I am changing again, and if there is one thing on earth that I love, it is change.
