I sometimes wish that life was black and white. No shades of grey to muddle the resolve of decisions. No wondering if this or that was a little different then maybe… Just yes or no, right or wrong, stay or go. No endearing qualities to suck you back into unhealthy situations, or haunting memories of what I did or should have done, or glimmers of hope for something that just shouldn’t be. I wish second-guessing and what-if didn’t exist. I wish paths were clear and choices were simple and we could know what we’re going to get from our choices.
I guess I want a plastic life in a padded room. Clean and safe and simple and planned and predictable. Not really, though. But it would be nice for a second to just breathe, sure of myself and my life, before I dive back into the chaos.