Hanging at a coffee shop by myself. This place is pretty packed and everyone is having their own conversation. I am here waiting for my daughter to show up whenever she is ready. She may or may not show up. Who knows? But I just needed to find a reason to get out of my apartment. I did not want to stay there since all I will find myself doing is watching tv, eating and just overthinking. Thinking about my life. Thinking about what it has come to! My kids are all grown and have their own lives. When they were younger, I had so many ideas on what I wanted to do once they were finally all grown. Now that I am on my own, I dont know what to do with my time! I know that I need to do something productive, but I really dont know what that is. I am praying that it will come to me asap. I feel like my life is on a timer. I am afraid that once that timer is up, I will have done NOTHING with my life. Yes, I have raised great people. And I am not just saying it because they are my kids. ALOT of people are always complimenting me on how well my kids turned out. They even ask me for advice. But that's a whole other story. I dont mind giving people advice on how to raise their kids. But sometimes the issue is not the kid, sometimes it's the parent(s). And I am sure that that's a bitter pill for them to swallow.
Anyway, so I am here listening to this group of young girls chatting away. I dont know what they're talking about, I just hear them chatting and enjoying their time conversing with eachother.
And here I am, sitting here typing away. Typing just anything that comes to my mind at the moment. How crazy is this? Everyone else is most likely writing something meaningful here and here I am just typing what comes to mind.Because I've got nothing better to do!
Who's going to care to read this shit anyway?