Looking in the bathroom mirror
Putting my make-up on
Maybeline can’t hide the lines of time that’s gone
Weighed 105 soaking wet
I’d knock him dead in that sundress
Had it all but just too young to know
But that was 20 years, 2 husbands ago
I remember when he took my hand and said I do
And the kitchen I was standing in when he said I’m through
I swore I’d never fall back in
Put my heart through that again
Never let somebody get that close
But that was 20 years, 2 husbands ago
Water under the bridge
I guess that’s all life really is
Driving the kids to school today it occurred to me
With all the wrong turns that I’ve made
I’m right where I should be
But I go back there from time to time
Looking for that peace of mind
Find it’s always just a dead end road
Yeah that was 20 years, 2 husbands ago
Water under the bridge
I guess that’s all life really is
Looking in the bathroom mirror
Putting my make-up on…
Music by Lee Ann Womack
wow what a deep look into the mind of regret covered over by make up and making do. Hope there is some light getting through.
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You have to hear the song. Google Lee Ann Womack. I like it because word for word it’s my life. At least one facet of it.
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will do! thanks 🙂
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Reflections in darkness. I can feel every word. Regret is a terrible bitter pill. We all have them. Keeping them at bay is the trick
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The more I get older the more I think of the past. The thoughts keep coming in uninvited. Even in dreams.
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I don’t think you can avoid them. Aging isn’t easy. I had my first great I can’t do that anymore experience backpacking. Nothing like taking a week to get over what a day or two used to. It brought out all those, I would backpack drop weight and hike thoughts. And every relationship has those ghosts that pop up in other people.
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Very well explained. I used to hike 28 km per day. Now I’m lucky if I can do 5. I always been an insomniac but if I sleep, I sleep. Now sleep is as rare as friendly people these days. One hour per night is all I can manage. And relationships… I’m not good at those.
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I walk seven miles a day. But not any elevation change besides two or three stairs here and there. It’s the six hundred foot sand dune that gets me. I’m on my most successful relationship, because I can’t stand fighting. Happiness is a great concept but some people are subject to moods. I understand lack of enthusiasm at the idea of entering one. It is much like the enthusiasm leaving one. But honey, less than six hours of sleep and I’m worthless.
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Walking on sand is murder for the knees. What is a successful relationship. If not fighting is a qualification then mine is successful. But I’m passionate and passion is hard to find and harder to maintain. Plus I’m complex in my simplicity and not so many get it. Oh, sleep, where art thou?
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My sweet little vessel of desire, passion is like singing. You either posses/desire it or you leave voids in that relationship thing. I understand the passion thing, my wife is a “what are the flowers for?” Person. Life is simple. Complications kill everything though exhaustion.
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That and expectations.
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When did expectations become God given rights? I think you’re right about those. I really don’t stop existing when something I expect doesn’t happen. Wait, maybe I’m the screwed up One?
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Without expectations, there will never be disappointments and good things come as pleasant surprises.
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Surprises are awesome things. Disappointments are a mixed bag. There is “eight times it had always ended this way” and there’s “how come I don’t matter”. And a lot of ground in between. Really, I could have saved time in relationships if someone would realise mistakes aren’t personal attacks
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Sometimes it is. Clearly you never been with a psycho, who thinks deliberate mistakes aren’t deliberate or mistakes.
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I live with her presently. She has weeks of “why is the sun visor in your car down” kind of behavior. I try to remember some behavior is biological, but I know there’s deliberate attempts to take life out on me. I prefer to hold on for truces
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Ha, ha ha! Most women are neurotic one way or the other including me. But like I said, some (both sexes) are really out to drink your blood.
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Twenty years ago, it was in a much more enjoyable way. It’s the crazy for control that’s the evil part. Neurotic can be dealt with. I was stuck with normal all the good issues were taken when I got there.
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Normal can be boring. I am talking out of experience. I’m living a normal life for 12 years now.
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Boarding on it is part of the problem. Life needs a stir once in awhile. Just to keep the peace
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I’m a big fan of spontaneity.
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I share that belief the moment beats the minutes in a day. The impulse has become part of us for a reason.
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Impulse… source of many movies and books of all kinds.
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That’s because the drudgery of life causes people to manufacture drama. Impulse is a river flowing backwards from a sea of needs to a distant ridge of living
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Needs and wants. Most cannot separate the two.
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Needs go quietly away. Wants linger. You can make yourself less hungry. That itch that screams to be scratched can’t be calmed.
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I think it depends from person to person. We have a saying in my country about you cannot hide your true nature. Not for a long time. It will eventually show. That is the most difficult I think, hiding burying one’s true nature.
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The leopard and his spots. .. the question is never asked does said leopard want stripes instead. Changing ones spots maybe actually reveling yourself.
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Then it is not a leopard to begin with, and that my friend is cheating.
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Subtleties in life. What if he was told he was all long? I could convince myself to a degree who I think you see. Cheating aside, he may still want to be a tiger
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It’s not fair to saddle others with one’s own misinterpretation especially about one’s self (perception)
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We don’t fairly perceive ourselves.
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Correct. Most have delusions of grandeur.
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Sadly, the world’s would be a better place if that is where delusions lived.
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We can only hope.
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😀
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Emotional and instinctively though provoking poem. Great post. 🙂
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Thank you!
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