Escape from the cage

A couple days ago, the key to the cage was handed over, and today the doors are opened.

I finally got my articles signed off, and today is my last day in this office. Next week ushers in a new life, teeming with new experiences, new people, new beginnings.

I am married now. Im gonna be someone's mom by the end of this year. And, I don't really need to study anymore unless I REALLY want to. (Which remains to be seen).

The padded cage is no more.

With acceptance and love, comes happiness and motivation; Contentment.

Everything is going to be alright.

[p.s. i'm gonna keep blogging here --> my pregnancy blog ]

Infallibility vs Iniquity

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my vision is distorted by my sleazy mind

skunk anansie - awesome band.

a pang of regret and heartbreak assaults me when i listen to songs with bitter-sweet memories attached to them. entwined, really. it's magical how music becomes a part of your past, and comes to represent a certain time, a certain hardship, or joy, or exultation. success, failure, bliss, heartache.

I suppose to some extent, the woulda/coulda/ shoulda's are idolised and deified in the mind. the bads are forgotten, and the goods are put on a pedestal, mourned, grieved for, deeply missed. and, regret sets in.

is this reasonable?

okay, so i'm not making a whole lot of sense.

i will heal. eventually.