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!