My Answer, the What ifs, and a 100th posts.

What if life weren't so complicated?

What if things didn't have to be so proscribed, what if they didn't have to be the way that they are? What if you had just tried?

What if I hadn't cared so much? What if I had chosen a different career, a different city? A different anything.

Today a new friend said, "I'm so surprised that you're not married, MA. You seem like you should be. You're so grounded."

What if I were married? Would things be different right now? Easier? Harder? Would I still be writing to figure out what is going on with me? Would I be making cupcakes for a kid or a couple of kids?

What if that one dream I had were true? What if I did live in that green bungalow? What if that scene where I was sitting in the kitchen reading the paper was a commonplace activity? What if watching them run by me to see you actually could happen? Would I be any happier than I am now?

Why are these certain things on my brain?

Why is this post so rambly and weird?

What if I hadn't written the post at all?