Right now I’m sitting here wondering what I would do. If I was painting my heart this weekend then I would have chosen red, as I was happily enjoying the company of friends (old & new) and a fun-filled atmosphere. There also may have been specks of green bobcat prints and black & gold highlights through the heart, but the base color was definitely a bright, shiny red.
Today, only a mere two days later, I’m wondering how my blue paint escaped and spilled all over my solid red heart last night. And there may even be some black-and-while (prison) stripes on there too.
Why does this always seem to happen? How can I have an A.MAY.ZING. weekend, and then POOF! It’s gone, sometimes even before I’ve had my morning coffee.
Maybe it’s not Chicago I have to be breaking up with, maybe once and for all it’s the J that brought me here in the first place.