I'm having one of those days. The type of day where you wake up, stretch and feel fully energized and ready to tackle the day and all those projects. A smile on the face while grabbing the mornings first cuppa joe, walking to the front door – opening it and staring. Staring at nothing in particular, more like trapped in space with no time or sound.... just.... there. Walking back to my kitchen chair, plopping down and thinking... I wish I were me – not “this” me, that “other” me. All that smile, energy, gumption and creativity zapped out into that 'space,' left standing and staring out the front door. Those quirky ideas no longer bouncing around the padded area between my ears. :::sigh::: It could be the heat. I mean, really, who in their right mind doesn't melt away to steam the day after a refreshing downpour? I could say the tug and wiener chased the other me away – lord knows these two are responsible for terrorizing my sanity. Though I suppose that isn't fair to them. Nah, I'll just own up to the fact that the other me has flown off to some dream destination and is most likely enjoying a fun filled vacation – while me-me is left standing here willing her to come home and kindly replace all those quirky ideas she set free in the breeze....
waiting........
