Why, you ask? At the risk of sounding whiny or being pitied, I'm feeling Veruca-ish lately because I want more than what I have right now. I'm not talking about "things" like Veruca. I have lots of things (and let's be real, way too many things.) What I want is bigger and better than a golden goose or an oompa loompa.
I want to feel hopeful that I'll marry someday.
I want to shake the little black rain cloud that's been permanently parked over my head the past month.
I want to come home to someone, not an empty house.
I want a nice guy to love me and I want to love him back.
I want to know why in the pre-existence I said "yes" to this life of singleness.
I want to again appreciate the wonderful things in my life instead of just focusing on what's missing.
I know I'm important.
I know I'm special.
I know I'm loved.
But I want more. And like Veruca, I want it now.
(Except I don't want any comments -- just throw a prayer or two my way when you think about it.)
