The truth is that I have no real impetus to be up so early. It’s not like I have a ton of work to run off and do. I’m exonerated from that (until I get back home, that is). I could, of course, go out and explore the city, but the city will be here in the afternoon as well, will it not?
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I’ve never done one of Mama’s writing prompts before, and frankly I don’t know why I haven’t. But today I’m going to… so let’s see what we’ve got for today…
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I’ve heard that the noise in my head has a volume dial. Turn down. Way down.
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I found this earlier this morning over at NYC girl at heart and realized that I complain entirely too much, so I made a mental note to think about it and blog later this evening. Well it’s later this evening now, but I haven’t thought about it until now. (Why am I so negative?) But, better late than never, n’est-ce pas?
So here goes: The Ten Happiest Days of My Life (in chronological order or as close to it as I can manage)
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You can spend your whole life saying “it’s only temporary.” Life is temporary, but it’s long. Don’t tell me it’s short; it’s the longest thing I’m ever going to do. Forty years is a long time to spend at a job you hate. Fifty years is a long time to spend with a woman you hate. Don’t tell me it will be over soon unless you can tell me when or at least how. How will it be over? What do I have to do? What steps do I have to take? If you can’t tell me that, you’re short sighted, not me. At least I have a plan.
...read more hereSo what does that mean? It means I’m going to get old. Not that I have an intrinsic issue with age, mind, as most of my friends are older than I am. My older friends don’t like when I say things like this. They say “if you’re old then what the hell am I?” My answer is usually “mature”… except in the case where the person is not indeed mature. In which case the answer is silence with an implied “pathetic.” But that’s the issue: I don’t want to be old and pathetic.
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…You have broken me down completely
into pieces that are lighter…
It’s one of the concepts the instructors push in yoga class (wow… I haven’t been there in waaay to long)… can you find the childlike breath in an uncomfortable pose? Can you find the… pleasure? Can you enjoy it? Can there be a moment like this one, where everything is all right even though your limbs and torso are twisted into shapes you didn’t know were possible?
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