Wait
So I’ve been told. And I shouldn’t complain, you know. My life right now is crazy exciting. So exciting I still can’t tell people about it! Or them. How do you pluralize “it”? Because there are two “it’s” and both are situations where I have to wait.
One, I have to wait for a couple of weeks, according to reliable sources. The other, I have to wait for a couple of months, according to a reliable source. Both occurrences are about to change my life drastically. And something new happens everyday, every week, that I feel like I’m on a different roller coaster — each one more heart-stopping that the next.
I sometimes think, “Hey, my life wasn’t so bad without all this. I had my kid. My family. My job. My friends.” Sometimes it scares me when change happens even if it’s a good thing, because even good things bring with it complications.
I watched “The Other Boleyn Girl” today and the epilogue talked about Henry VIII failing to produce a male heir to replace him but was eventually replaced by his daughter by Anne Boleyn (who he had beheaded) who was the red-haired (future Queen) Elizabeth. And I wonder about Anne Boleyn. If she had known that her daughter would be one of the greatest monarchs that England has ever known, in return for her beheading, would she have felt better about it? If God himself told her “Hey, we have to chop your head off, you’ll desert your only child, you’ll be humiliated in front of thousands. But your little girl’s going to be Queen and she’s going to kick the ass of her father, the King — the one that practically swung that sword? you remember —- as ruler of Englad. You still good?”. Would she have said, “Eh, what the hell. Bring it.”
That’s what I feel like right now — my head’s going to be chopped off. A lot of people are going to hate me in the next few weeks and the next few months. I’m going to cry a lot. I’m going to raise my voice in arguments. And yet I look forward to it. If only to produce Queen Elizabeths.
