It's Saturday. There once was a time that I would have written that as "It's Saturday!!!". When you become that boring old adult your life takes a drastic turn. I use to spend Saturday nights going out with friends, listening to music, dancing, drinking, playing pool, and doing lots of laughing.
Tonight I'll play with my son, eat supper, and go to bed early. I'm not saying I don't love my life but I will say that sometimes I do miss the whoop my life use to have in it. There was a thrill in not knowing what was going to happen that night and where we would end up.
There is a nervous excitement in not knowing that your life could change by just meeting the right guy. When you have met the right guy there is no dreaming of what will be because you can roll over and see him next to you. Of course, new dreams emerge but they no longer just include you and so you must tread carefully.
Truly not knowing what could be is exciting. Once you are in the nitty gritty of life it's less about dreaming and fantasy and more about reality. Reality just isn't as exciting. It has its comforts. Reality has a lot less whooping it up.
When I feel this way, missing the whoop, I feel guilty. I don't want to come off as ungrateful for the stability I have in my life. My husband, job, home, and baby are my whole life. Without these things I would be lost. I can guarantee you that if I didn't have this life, and was living the life of a woohoo girl, I would miss the comfort that I have now.
Although I can't go back to my old life, I can remember the great times I had and be grateful for those. For many women, they are unable to get to whoop it up like I did. I'm sure they wouldn't give up their lives for some crazy fun times because really what truly matters more is family. I just miss it sometimes and I think that is okay.