Friday, May 17, 2013

Pinky Swear

I do believe that I might be willing to give my pinky toe to get myself out of this city.

Yesterday I realized that I have not had a full week off from my job--meaning five weekdays in a row--since April of 2011.  That is too long, far too long, a stretch to go without a proper holiday.  I need that time, to de-stress, de-compress, unwind, relax, recharge, remember what it feels like to be alive... 

Today I realized that I'm about done with the city.  This isn't something new, it's been a couple months since it hit me I guess, but it's been growing in clarity for me during the past few weeks.  I don't want to be downtown today.  I want to be in a boat on a lake with a light rain falling on me.  Okay, maybe no rain, just a soft breeze at my back...

I could.  I could just pack it up and head out for a couple of days, let all the rest of it wait.  But I live here, am living here, must continue to live here for the immediate future.  I'm torn.  I have a long list of chores and backyard projects for the weekend that I was actually starting to look forward to as of yesterday...and I'm still committed to them--I have to be, I want to be, I will be--but... as I said.  Pinky toe.

Oh.  I just remembered I have some actual work work to do tomorrow.  That, and I might be buying a boat, or at least taking a good look at one, which would be a step at least toward being out on that lake.  Another day...


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