Worth the Fight

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I’d like to think my past doesn’t follow me around like a shadow on a sunny day that I just can’t outrun.  I have a good life.  I’m smart, have a great job, long legs, perky boobs, and I’ve been told the guy I sort of date is a catch-and-a-half on more than one occasion.  So why is it that as I look across the room, scanning for William in the crowded restaurant, part of me hopes he stands me up?  What twenty-five-year-old wants to be stood up?  One that will continue to coast through life on autopilot, unless circumstances in my perfect life force a change.  Perfect is highly overrated.  I’m a character in my story, going through the chapters of my life as if it was written by an imaginary person, when I should be the author.

I’ve been this way for a long time.  I make responsible choices.  My life is neat and organized and my heart rate stays constant.  I like it that way most of the time.  I should be proud of where I am in my life.  But the truth of the matter is sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating in my perfunctory life.

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