The Journal Writer

1/5/2010 - The Path Chosen?

Greetings,

I really wish I could say I have decided on which direction to take, but I haven't. I have been pressured from all directions to make a choice or choices. I just have never jumped without thinking, anytime in my life. I am not going to start now.

I am no longer an emotional mess over my loss. I do not sit in a limbo state either. I have no intensions of reliving everything over and over again, regardless if everyone is concerned I will.

I acknowledge everything in the beginning of this journal, thanks to Mr. Henderson and his "horrible" assignment. As far as I know, I have to continue writing this blog, so I might as well start looking at it as an adventure, like I had in the very beginning.

My day really did not start out too well. The coffee pot decided to stop working! Can you imagine starting a day without coffee? The roads were too bad to even get out to go to a local coffee shop, let alone to go purchase a new coffee pot. I did find a way to get a cup of coffee and I was more than grateful! (laugh)

My daughter was able to come over for dinner this evening. Thankfully, she had a four-wheel drive vehicle, or she would have never made it with all of the snow we have. We had a nice dinner and visit.

After she left, I just put in a Carly Simon cd, sat back and relaxed by the fireplace. It was a quiet evening with just Thunderheart sleeping by my feet. I felt content with the moment, until the phone rang and it was someone I really did not want to hear their voice on the other end. It was Mark. He just does not understand I do not want him as a part of my life. I never have and I never will. He is not bad looking. He is just in love with himself and thinks everyone else is too. He is a good lawyer, if you ever need one.

I told him I was sure there were plenty of woman who wanted to share their life with him. I just wasn't one of them! I am not interested. Please do not call again. That went over like a lead ballon! He said he would call back in a few weeks! I wonder what is wrong with him? I have never known anyone who was as persistent as him. The picture of him was sent with a buisness letter he had scent last year to my husband and I. Linda thinks Mark is the catch of the century. I am sure glad she wasn't here this evening when he called.

Well, I need to try and get some sleep. I just needed to get this entry done as soon as possible for Mr. Henderson.

Hopefully, I can continue to think of something to write! Maybe, I can write once a month instead of everyday!? I do not have that much going on each and everyday to write about and I really do not want to keep writing about the past.

Good Night.