Monday, April 20, 2009
Anywhere But Here
Dear Universe
I know I should be thankful to have a job, a place to live and the basic necessities of life and I think, all things considered, I do a damn fine job of mustering up the required thankfulness on most days.
But today, it's just not in me.
Just for today, I want to be somewhere, anywhere else. I want to hear the chatter of accents from other places, get lost in a crowd of strangers, sit in a park to feed the squirrels and pigeons. I want to walk on a crooked sidewalk past an old theater and smell the baked in scent of 20 years of buttery popcorn, to sit on cool concrete steps under the shade of a crepe myrtle tree, watching multi-colored children run, play, giggle and cry as they push plastic trucks through sandy, city dirt and hurl headless Barbies through the air.
I want to be anywhere but here.
Here where I'll spend six hours with my head bowed, mumbling apologies to the boss for my ability to feck up absolutely everything I touch, where the people I work with shlep around singing their endless "whoa is me" song and where my effort to stay positive and happy has, in itself, become a tedious task worthy of dread.
*sigh*
This too shall pass. It always does.
Ya'll have a good Monday.
Later Taters!
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4 comments:
Mahala, I am hoping that your dark mood has already passed. I've been there, and I know what you mean!
I hate when you're down cause well - I hate that you feel bad and also because you're one of the strongest people I know
I know all too well the desire to flee!! If you wanna make your way to NJ and pick me up we could pool our resources and go on a road trip
Hugs lady
Mahala!! You are a sales ninja!!! You told us that yourself! And hopefully - you will feel that way again soon. :)
Oh there-there. I bet you did lots of things right last week. Many years ago I was whining about everything that I had done wrong and my boss looked at me and said, "the last person that was perfect, they crusified."
Wouldn't want to be perfect.
DG
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