Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The Color of Rain

One of the small things in life that I love is blue eyes. I feel like I can lose myself in them...especially the kind of blue that the color of rain wishes it could be.

I've always had this perpetual desire to be with someone who has blue eyes. These days I figured it's too much to ask for, it's too shallow, so I did compensate by getting myself a blue-eyed Weimaraner as a companion.

Let's just say she's lucky to have those icy blue eyes because with all the trouble she's caused lately, it's hard for me to get mad at her for it.

I've had a lot of time to myself lately to think about what I want. I know that I have to put aside a lot of high expectations and simply stay open-minded about people and what they have to offer. Looks have never truly mattered to me, but if they have certain attributes that I like, it's always an extra blessing. Most of the time I find that I love imperfection more than anything. I think it makes people more human, more real, and more unique.

On the topic of rain, I feel like I'm at a certain peace with myself in this point of my life. I can finally breathe. Work has been busy and yet fun. I love what I get to do on a daily basis. I love feeling like someone trusts me to care for them and it makes me think that I have a purpose in this world. It's one of those moments I've been waiting for forever.

I hope at this point with the job in place, I can slowly pick up the pieces of the life I've imagine for myself....shouldn't be anything too unrealistic.

"There's always a period of curious fear between the first sweet-smelling breeze and the time when the rain comes cracking down."
Don Delillo