A need a break to rock my weary self, to hold her gently and let honey drizzle into her fraying seams.
I want a day or two—I can’t even image three—to simmer my thoughts and dip my toes in the ocean blue. Let my sensitive, high-alert mode dribble into a delectable full-body Jacuzzi soak.
I’ll be perched high on a ledge peering out at sea and quietly watch the whales swim.
I need solitude more than anything.
I’m tired of the waves of nonsense, competitive tediousness and melodramatic bullshit robbing my space. I need to reboot my inner Om and turn the tap on to my inner calm.
It’s exhausting to keep it all humming along. I want to lay on the grass and watch the clouds drift by. Stroll the beaches of a warm tropical bliss. Sip a swirly-girly-pretty drink with a paper umbrella and have my toenails match—in blushing pink.
Let me go far and I promise to reel myself back in. I just need a break.
I can’t suspend myself between two trees without taking an occasional nap in the soft nook of life’s hammock. I want to watch the palm trees sway and hear the waves lap. I’ll roll over and draw smiles in the sand.
Just a tiny break… from the usual fanfare.
Away from the predictability of bills, the dull groan of aging appliances, the dishwasher that sloshes while the washer and dryer sing a jazzy, soulful rendition of, “I’m gonna wash that man right outta of my hair.”
Just let me sit on a dock with a fishing pole and fish until the sun touches the sea. Marrying a liquidity blend of colors to match my heart and soul.
Yes—I need a break but not because I don’t appreciate all that I have. I do. Just let me press the pause. Stop the Play. Rewind the Messages and know, it’s all going to be okay.
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Editor: Catherine Monkman
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