I get this gnawing feeling that this isn't really my life. Like I was destined for something else but instead I am masquerading as this "safe" person. Not necessarily that I deserve anything better but almost definitely a lot different. It's like I woke up in this alternate universe whilst the real me is slumbering away somewhere awaiting my return.
That aside, I am trying to find a reason why it is imperative I wake up every morning, go to work, eat my greens and run around on a treadmill like a hamster (well occasionally). A part of me just want to rebel and say STOP and just quit for a month of two and go to Tibet or somewhere to "find myself". But of course that wouldn't do would it?
So here I am. 7am ish as I am drying my hair and getting ready for another day in my vanilla life, blogging. What does that suggest?
Most of all, I miss the playfulness and am dreading another episode of happy families tonight.
Maybe I should get just because flowers.... that always cheers me up.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment