If I admit that I hear voices will someone have me committed (please)?
Most days, my life is like a verse out of “Old McDonald Had A Farm”. I’m the duck quacking up and the three little pigs are oinking for another snack. I also hear “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring” but only after we’ve been homebound for a good 12 hours. In the farthest corner of my mind the voices chant “I’m A Nut” repetitively. And most days, “It’s A [very] Small World”. In the evening, I even hear my own tired, voice pleading “Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry”.
It wasn’t always like this. A lifetime ago, I only heard one voice and that was the voice of Old Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra. He, prompted by my sweet husband, would serenade me with “Fly Me To The Moon”. In our 20s my husband promised me the world, he just didn’t say that it would be the world of Ramona the Pest and How to Eat Fried Worms. I really should learn to ask more questions.
Sometimes, when the other voices are screaming I try to listen for the quiet, reassuring melody of romance, innocence, and optimism. Life on the moon is certainly not what I had in mind, but it has been….an adventure that I wouldn’t trade for life on any other planet!
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I'm fond of saying "You will miss all of this one day", but I think you already know what you have today. Good for you!!!
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