With vacation in our sights at less than a month away - no, I haven't computed it to days quite yet. Yet. - I'm feeling the pull of detachment.
You know...that heady allure of checking out from the melee that is the everyday life called yours, mine, and ours? (Btw, the definition of melee is generally regarded to connote a fight within close quarters, totally disorganized and usually fairly aggressive in nature).
That's right...I'm talking about wrestling the 16 hours you're awake for control of your sanity and life longevity.
I was talking with Zee on the phone yesterday about leeching...the kind where the details and tidbits of the here and there end up depleting you to no lesser degree than the giant asteroids hurtling toward your longitude and latitude at any given present.
Now, I like my life: don't get me wrong. But, sometimes, the promise of the check-out doesn't just mean you're leaving the grocery aisles...sometimes, it means you're leaving the entire store of your hour-by-hour reality.
You know...that heady allure of checking out from the melee that is the everyday life called yours, mine, and ours? (Btw, the definition of melee is generally regarded to connote a fight within close quarters, totally disorganized and usually fairly aggressive in nature).
That's right...I'm talking about wrestling the 16 hours you're awake for control of your sanity and life longevity.
I was talking with Zee on the phone yesterday about leeching...the kind where the details and tidbits of the here and there end up depleting you to no lesser degree than the giant asteroids hurtling toward your longitude and latitude at any given present.
Now, I like my life: don't get me wrong. But, sometimes, the promise of the check-out doesn't just mean you're leaving the grocery aisles...sometimes, it means you're leaving the entire store of your hour-by-hour reality.
And, boys and girls...that just sounds good.
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