some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again"
That's the "Whatif" poem by Shel Silverstein. As silly as his poems are, sometimes they strike a chord and have a deeper meaning. *sigh*
Today was a bit rough, and earlier I felt like crying (although what for, I couldn't tell you), but I'm OK now. I watched GLEE (Christmas special!!!), painted my nails, and signed all our Christmas pictures. Feeling much better now. (I'd feel even better if Ben was home from work, but that'd be a miracle if he got out early).
How can I not feel better with 2 dogs curled up at my feet and a cat behind me purring?
Not counting today....I have 11 more days until we leave for Missouri. I just have to keep counting down and looking forward, not down or back. Always move forward. Every day I get one step closer to seeing my family and friends.
I will be home soon.