After Hours

Ahhh walk through the door. Full day...I want to go down to the beach. Kick off shoes. Take them to the closet because I will most assuredly trip on them in two seconds if I don't causing some crazy injury you could only get from tripping over a tennis shoe. Once in closet totally distracted by the overflowing laundry basket (oversized plastic box). Start a load in the washer. Sit at my desk-need to do some work for my clients in the morning. Actually I need to make some hot tea first. My tea box has a really good quote-blows Starbucks quote from that morning out of the water. Ha what ingenious marketing that somehow makes me spend two dollars more on it then the other identical tea option. Quote from box now in my head, totally inspires a post I should make online. I didn't put the top down on the washer-close that. Get totally distracted and start organizing my laundry room (ok its
actually a laundry closet). My hot tea is cold so I decide to ice it...pretty good...I should do this more often. Sit back down. Get some paperwork done for tomorrow. Go for a run, to get some inspiration. So glad I made it down to the beach. Hurt myself anyway, my calf, my fault running in the sand. Can't help it, I love the salty air. Maybe I should have just tripped on the shoe-much funnier injury story. Grab some ice from the freezer but found some frozen chicken. Ignore my calf (will regret later). Create strange new chicken recipe. Read a magazine while I eat and wait for my bath tub to fill up-do some Yoga. Bathtub is way to full. Drain it a little. Sit and relax in the warm water. Totally tune out, but think to myself how modern America would probably try to medicate my last 2 hours-blaming it on some sort of "ADD-super distracted by deceased teabox philosophers" disorder.
Leaving me with boring chicken and too many dirty clothes. Somehow though I've found order in my chaos...it works for me...Ahhh I totally forgot to put the clothes in the dryer.

I Figure

If I take-I hope it teaches me to give. If I break a heart I hope it teaches me that mine is not invincible to the same action in reverse. Love can be controlled by no one- but what is done with that emotion can be controlled by anyone. Don't forget the voices of strangers that tell you never to change-we all can and should change something of ourselves, but something about yourself is what made them drawn to you. Some spark of your being. If you are pulled in many directions stretch don't break. Believe in non-sensical quotetry (or "not real words" such as these), cliche verbiage and strong ideals. Our pop culture is trying to do away with them-fight that and simply BE. Believe in destiny but also believe that you may not like, all its faces, its unpleasantness. In the end you will be able to realize its a ride you were meant to take. So ride it well, take the bruises with stride don't complain of their color or if they do not mend quickly. As soon as you forget their presence you will look to find them gone. Gone should be the days that you use cannot and will not. A great song says "before I die, I wanna live." A great person will live this to be true. I figure.