...yes, I do.
I need an air pump for my soul. Breakfast in bed...after the tummy ache I've had for a few days goes away. A magnet to draw me toward my office. A spare 36 hours. Rose-colored glasses. A smile. A winning lottery ticket.
This is just a complementary list. I already have a lot of cool stuff. A delicious man that loves me. Pets that seem to like me even though I won't feed them 8 times a day. Income. Lots of wacky good times. Three borrowed children that have enlightened me on many important subjects (SPONGEBOB DOES NOT HAVE A BROTHER!) and entertained me with their kid-logic. An eccentric family held together by a lot of love. Loyal friends who like me the way I am. The basics: food, shelter, etc. Amazing projects and plans unfurling more beautifully than expected and far ahead of schedule.
But somehow, I just can't seem to drag myself out of bed this morning. Every endurance race has its unbearable moments I suppose. This is one of those moments...where my accomplishments are substantial enough to warrant pride, but not completion. Where you've hit a hill at mile 19 and think you might die.
Prior experience tells me this is not so. I won't die. I have pushed myself past this point enough times to know that, at least. But I just want to climb back in bed. Oh wait, I haven't left the bed yet...ha....
I need an air pump for my soul. Breakfast in bed...after the tummy ache I've had for a few days goes away. A magnet to draw me toward my office. A spare 36 hours. Rose-colored glasses. A smile. A winning lottery ticket.
This is just a complementary list. I already have a lot of cool stuff. A delicious man that loves me. Pets that seem to like me even though I won't feed them 8 times a day. Income. Lots of wacky good times. Three borrowed children that have enlightened me on many important subjects (SPONGEBOB DOES NOT HAVE A BROTHER!) and entertained me with their kid-logic. An eccentric family held together by a lot of love. Loyal friends who like me the way I am. The basics: food, shelter, etc. Amazing projects and plans unfurling more beautifully than expected and far ahead of schedule.
But somehow, I just can't seem to drag myself out of bed this morning. Every endurance race has its unbearable moments I suppose. This is one of those moments...where my accomplishments are substantial enough to warrant pride, but not completion. Where you've hit a hill at mile 19 and think you might die.
Prior experience tells me this is not so. I won't die. I have pushed myself past this point enough times to know that, at least. But I just want to climb back in bed. Oh wait, I haven't left the bed yet...ha....
I love your post! I need a few of the same things...especially the air pump, the magnet and the winning lottery ticket! Especially, the ticket because we are going to the Mall of America this afternoon, and the money would come in handy!
ReplyDeleteHowever, I will give you the smile you need.
:-)
Have a great day!
Amy Zents