6/6/2016 Case of the MondaysSo I woke up early this morning. OK, well maybe "woke up early" isn't the most accurate description. Perhaps, "I tossed and turned without sleeping while periodically sobbing over the overwhelming responsibility and ephemeral nature of existence until it became too painful, and the cats convinced me to just get up and get them their breakfast already" is a bit more descriptive of my rise-and-shine.
It's Monday. Again. A perfectly wonderful day if we were focused on truly living our lives and savoring every moment rather than living under the guise of lining our pockets while we really toil to line the pockets of others as they convince us we need more to have more to work more to make more to get more that we never have the time to enjoy anyways. I miss the road. I miss the sky and the color of the ocean. I miss remembering who I am in moments, spurts, where I'm not afraid to just do what I want, to be who I am, to dream things that don't fit into the corporate agenda. So how am I coping on this fine Monday? Like most -- I'm sucking down coffee I didn't need to pay for because I have a perfectly good coffee pot at home. I'm consuming the empty calories of a scone I didn't need to eat, especially after hating my arms in the mirror in the face of summer tank tops. And I'm sucking it up, trying to approach my life from yet another angle, renegotiating in my head what I need to do and why I need to do it, while trying not to notice that they've chopped down the stately, beautiful blooms of the agave before they got the chance to fully open, fulfill their life's purpose, at the entrance of yet another empty, crowded parking lot. #mondaymotivation #stillnotmarried Comments are closed.
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