The road most traveled
Another week, another reverie of what has passed and what yet might be. But for now, as always, work's challenge drives me on .
I disappear down the garage steps, hit the automatic door opener, and load my too heavy book bag, purse, and water bottle into the car. I pull out of the garage, when I realize that I haven't watered the flowers( a promise I made to Dale) . Pulling to the curb, I slip off my shoes and run barefoot to the hose. Hot and sweaty, I jump back in the car with wet feet.
It's another day. I'm on my way to work, only a 10-minute drive instead of the 30 minutes I did for so many years.
I consider listening to a talk show Curt told me about on AM radio, but it's too early to get serious...instead I'll make my usual call to Collette, my breath of freshness in the morning (how can any one person be so wonderful)?
For the moment, my only concern is finishing my morning make-up with one hand, while I maneuver up-and-down Highland drive, accelerating through the the gully until my signal is restored before I make the call.
Too soon, I pull into the parking garage, I wonder....."Where do I go from here?"
There have certainly been times when I felt stuck in a job I could barely tolerate....that's not the case any longer. I love what I do. It provides a large amount of personal satisfaction, opportunities to continue my education, and beyond my belief compensation.
But, it's the same...day after day. Stay up too late, wake up too early. Every day...the shower, the make-up, the 2o minutes doing my hair... clothes on, clothes off, finally deciding on an outfit, only to get out the door, and notice that it's just not working....back in the house, find a different skirt, or keep the skirt, but throw on a different top. Get home way too late, find too much to eat, crash on the couch, force myself to study, stay up too late, and start the same thing over again.
Is this really what I want out of life"?
No...I want to live in Rhode Island, on the beach with nothing to do but read good books, take long walks, get my health back, shave my head, tan my already sun ruined skin and never wear anything but cutoffs and a t-shirt for the rest of my life...
Instead, I open the car door, drag my too heavy book bag, purse and water bottle to the elevator and watch as the doors slowly close.
MKC
I disappear down the garage steps, hit the automatic door opener, and load my too heavy book bag, purse, and water bottle into the car. I pull out of the garage, when I realize that I haven't watered the flowers( a promise I made to Dale) . Pulling to the curb, I slip off my shoes and run barefoot to the hose. Hot and sweaty, I jump back in the car with wet feet.
It's another day. I'm on my way to work, only a 10-minute drive instead of the 30 minutes I did for so many years.
I consider listening to a talk show Curt told me about on AM radio, but it's too early to get serious...instead I'll make my usual call to Collette, my breath of freshness in the morning (how can any one person be so wonderful)?
For the moment, my only concern is finishing my morning make-up with one hand, while I maneuver up-and-down Highland drive, accelerating through the the gully until my signal is restored before I make the call.
Too soon, I pull into the parking garage, I wonder....."Where do I go from here?"
There have certainly been times when I felt stuck in a job I could barely tolerate....that's not the case any longer. I love what I do. It provides a large amount of personal satisfaction, opportunities to continue my education, and beyond my belief compensation.
But, it's the same...day after day. Stay up too late, wake up too early. Every day...the shower, the make-up, the 2o minutes doing my hair... clothes on, clothes off, finally deciding on an outfit, only to get out the door, and notice that it's just not working....back in the house, find a different skirt, or keep the skirt, but throw on a different top. Get home way too late, find too much to eat, crash on the couch, force myself to study, stay up too late, and start the same thing over again.
Is this really what I want out of life"?
No...I want to live in Rhode Island, on the beach with nothing to do but read good books, take long walks, get my health back, shave my head, tan my already sun ruined skin and never wear anything but cutoffs and a t-shirt for the rest of my life...
Instead, I open the car door, drag my too heavy book bag, purse and water bottle to the elevator and watch as the doors slowly close.
MKC
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