Disparation

My lord, is the most beautiful day I’ve ever seen.

I’m not sure what my theme of today is, maybe “disparate”

My head is disparate, my life is disparate,

Here is the definition of the word disparate:

disparate \DIS-puh-rit; dis-PAIR-it\, adjective:
1. Fundamentally different or distinct in quality or kind.
2. Composed of or including markedly dissimilar elements.
So today I’m definitely disparate because it is so freaking beautiful outside that I’m having a very hard time concentrating. This spring green is just the prettiest color, that bright young green. I also love late August green, kind of hazy and older.

I’m looking for a new job, so that is disparate as well, kind of floating and I’m not committed to the one I have. A guy who is a sales guy here is making almost 10,000 more than I’m making and he’s been here for half the time. But I’m not a sales guy, so I don’t get to make that much. Hmm…seems unfair as they can’t do their job without me doing mine. But who am I to complain?

My relationship is not disparate! But I am moving in with him in less than two weeks, so that is disparate.

Is anyone tired of this word yet?

My mom is moving to a new place today, so that is the word as well, I haven’t seen the place where she is yet, so my head is confused about that.

And! I don’t know who wins the Amazing Race! Although I do, but I’m not positive.

I’m looking forward to certainty, to some sense of contentment.

And don’t think I’ve forgotten Thailand, I haven’t. And hold it in my brain as my best escape and endless days of spring green.