Sometimes
Tuesday, August 5th, 2003Sometimes, you think you know what you want, even though you know it’s not what’s good for you. That’s my life. I know what I want. I know what I need to be happy. And some of it’s good for me. Some of it doesn’t really fit because I know that in the long run, it’s just not going to work. How’s that for irony?
So, why am I saying all that? Well, I was thinking while I was in San Francisco. A lot of reflection time, you could say. Anyway, I’ve decided that even though I shouldn’t have more children, I want more. I could adopt, but to be honest, the undoing of my sterilization is a lot less expensive and a whole lot more effective. It’s what I want. But it’s probably not the right thing to do. The history of preemies is there. I wonder if I could just have one more of my own? Maybe two if I got really lucky.
Anyway, I don’t know why I want this. I don’t regret getting fixed. I just want more children. We shall see.
