at the DMV. I truly believe that is the one place on earth that absolutely no one would even think about holding a door for a person behind them. Walking into DMV should be at your own risk. Hands heavy to open a door by yourself and know that friends that came with you...are now enemies. I'm exaggerating. However...the DMV experience is one that is stressful. I would bring a book with me each time if I wasnt so smart as to get there a half hour before opening time. Being 3rd in line helps when there is 20 windows available at the start of a day. People are so friendly outside while waiting. Once inside though...faces change. Haha I like it though. Gives me that competitive edge I have slowly been lacking since my retirement (I say that loosely) from softball. My whole ordeal took about 5 minutes once inside. I should have my new license in about a week. I know that whatever plastic card I receive...will be better then the awkward mess of my 15 1/2 year old picture.
Speaking of a week....my birthday is in exactly one week. Not like its a milestone birthday, but 20 is a cool age to be turning. It's out of being a teen and not quite legal to do all things. I kind of feel like that's where my life is anyway at this point; somewhere in the middle. I'm not going back to the way I was...and yet I'm not quite ready for who I will be. I keep forgetting that this is me now. More often than not I say that I look forward to who I will be in a few years. Truth of that statement is it's already happened. I'm deciding who I am and how I shall turn out. I can choose at any time. This has nothing to do with age. I'm an old soul...I already know that. One year older...one year wiser. One week! =]
And just because we all need some midweek wisdom...
You are the kind of intricate simplicity I can wait for - though I'd rather not, to tell you the truth. Because my cheeks know no sadness like the short breathed, stifled smile sort yours leave them in. They rise and fall with the turning patterns of my half genuine heart from your happiness created from the depths of another -- don't leave quite yet. Ready won't come if it's rushed, and ready will fail to suffice if I am only left with an awful eyeful of an empty volume where you once stood, now walking away. I wish you'd look back. Because I remain looking forward, eyes softly shut to hide the green envy of the literal, and I continue to see you. "I'm in too deep", and I'm - wishing I was deep, embedded into your heart, so I wouldn't have to pretend I don't wither away worrying so much. Because I rather like liking you, and I think it would hurt if I had to stop. Scary, but now that I'm here I am willing to meet the potentials. Theres a hand around my heavy heart, holding the poundage up. I need that hand. One is all I will receive for now, and as reluctant as I am to say it...I'd rather have half of your two, than zero of your one. Understand that each step I take in an opposite direction doesn't make me a coward, but a genius. Once I am fully in a pace of a stroll I will proudly say...that brilliance makes billions and footsteps move mountains.
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