Dirty Laundry

"It was the best of times and the worst of times..." a wise man named Charles Dickens once said. He must have been in a time such at this. What time is it do you ask? The time of change. The tearing down and rebuilding. The blessings and the curses. I have seen the best of times and well, this time is not it.

At this particular moment I am watching my problems, failures and flaws pile up in a massive heap of impending disaster. My dirty laundry is about to unfold and well, its not all pretty like me.

The truth is, while I may have resembled Barbie in my early days and now stand as a beautiful strong woman in my forever 29 days, I am far from perfect. I am a real human being, at least when my wings are not visible.

While my closet may be filled with Guess, Louis Vioutton and Gucci, my laundry is not nearly as elegant and you can forget dry cleaning only, the dirt will be forced to endure alot of hot water and so will I.

Dirty laundry, never any fun to clean up. Perhaps its just time for a new...wardrobe?

I am standing here with soap in one hand and hopes in the other staring into a machine spinning all my problems in a vicious circle. The bottle of soap is not labeled and I fear it may be dishsoap. While I know I can the overflow and the bubbles, can I handle it all in these demands, in this cirumstance? Maybe my heels are too high, even for me. Maybe my expectations and dreams really are too big to survive the rinse cycle.

Maybe my tag should have said "Dry clean only"