A Night of Cleaning Can Lead to Satisfaction

A night of cleaning can lead to satisfaction.

I felt like my mom last night. I came home after work and proceeded to scrub the bathroom and the kitchen. Once I was done I settled in with a beer in hand and relaxed. I had made it my way with a whole lemon squeezed into the base with a seed or two floating to the top and bobbing up and down on the carbonation. I sipped it and watched TV, but the truth was I was not paying attention to the blatherings on the tube, rather I was smiling at a job well done: the unabashed peacefulness I feel when eveything is clean and put in it place. These moments of complete calm are rare for me. I often get so wrapped up being an adult that I forget to relax and have fun on my terms.

Goals

I know now why my happiness is fleeting. I need change. I need to travel. I need time to think of new and loftier goals...

Dating the Dead

Last night I gave my worn out suffering body a break by crawling into bed at 9:00 pm. A glass of water and Valerian root rowed me out to my dreamland. Heath Ledger and my very good friend Joshua von Holder returned from the dead to date me. I walked with them absolutely thrilled that they were alive and astounded that they chose "me" of all people to return to. They cheerfully expressed their love and admiration. I was flattered. As I looked at their smiling faces I secretly wished that I had their purity of spirit because deep inside I have felt like a failure at expressing my love.

I take this dream as an omen of positive change. Perhaps my spirit is going through a transformation right now and I will soon shed my deathly exterior and expose my heart in its full glory.

March On

Sometimes lifting my lids open is torture. Sometimes I feel like a lump of clay that was meant to simply sit. Today is one of those Sometimes.

I don't know exactly how I made it to work today, but I did. In the morning I did my job all the while longing for my impending nap in the car. I used to cozy up in there with my moon blanket and a towel, but some thief wrecked this comfort for me when he/she smashed my rear windows all over them a couple weeks ago. Let's just say that I am not interested in wrappping myself up in insulation. Regardless of the chill, I fell asleep with absolutely no problem. It was waking up that was a problem.

I feel like I have been in hibernation and the world is too bright for my dark slothenly spirit.

My only saving grace is I am wearing green today for that quarter Irish I am. Happy Saint Patrick's day!