You May be A Winner!

I receive at least three e-mail’s a day from various sources that inform me that I’ve won the English lottery and wouldn’t I just email them back with my bank account information so that they can deposit the funds. I know, I know what you’re thinking, how did Melissa get so lucky? Well, I can’t be certain, but it’s thrilling all the same. Anyhow, I did recently received an e-mail from Arbonne informing me that the Coach wallet I won was backordered and would I consider a different style? I won a Coach wallet!?? It’s not the English lottery I understand, but hey, Arbonne didn’t ask me for my super secret password or even the secret sister’s handshake.

The Sun is Shining. The house is clean.

The children are sleeping and my husband just called to say he loves me… These are the days that I never believe exist until they happen, and my heart says to me, ” I told you so, I told you so, I told you so, I told you so…” Freeing and forgiving me of my past contempt for being a feeling being in a thinking world.

Suspicion may be taking over my life, I can’t be sure, I can only suspect…

“I realize that I’ve outgrown my idea of who I should be and what I should want and am no longer ‘cool’ to the person I was only minutes ago.” I say this and ponder how it is possible that my emotions can turn on a dime with really no provocation at all, I was, a mere matter of seconds ago a rational human being happy in her pursuit to color in between the lines that I had so carefully drawn this morning. What kind of lines? A line drawn in the sand, a firing line, and a line of relentless prose right here on this electronic page. Perhaps a new line is needed if I am to proceed without cause for arrest or anguish or haberdashery. Where is it that I should draw this line? When a small set of letters put together in a certain way change my mind in an unfortunate way,am I going to be able to think about lines or will I with no uncertain cause for questioning black out the whole page?