Dear God it's me, Margaret, can you hear me?
Have recently come to realize that the people who walk around constantly tossing out sayings like: "Don't forget to stop and smell the roses." have a good point and aren't just saying it to sound annoyingly holier-than-thou.
Between trying to write on SILENCING SAPPHIRE full time, work full time, be a half decent wife who actually spends time with her husband, grocery shop, eat, breathe, those sort of things, plus catching a few hours of sleep, I don't leave much room for smelling the roses. Metaphorically or otherwise.
If somebody would literally come up to me with a bouquet of fresh roses and kindly ask: "Ma'am, would you like to smell these roses?"
First of all I'd say "Ma'am?" and look around for somebody older than myself who they might have been talking to, then -- realizing it was me -- I'd most likely reply "F**k off! I don't have time." After which I'd rush off to make up for the two seconds I wasted by telling someone to f**k off.
Point is, I will now try to live while being alive -- crazy, I know-- and do just that, stop to smell the roses.
Feel free to do the same.
XOXO
/Mia
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