If we were having coffee, you won’t be surprised to find I’m in my PJs, sipping tea, relaxing as I finish my last two days of vacation. I’m stocking up on some zen-ness to take with me back to work.
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Muse is fickle. (Yours, too? How ’bout that!) Sometimes, she visits for long stretches then disappears. When she does, I’m not sure when she’ll return. I know she’ll be back. She always comes back. She just likes to wander, and, like today’s millennials, doesn’t RSVP if invited and sometimes still doesn’t show up if she says she’s going to stop by (p.s. GET OFF MY LAWN!).
Muse’s visits have been consistent lately, but I wasn’t sure how long she’d stay this time ’round. Then she sent a sign during a recent chat about anxiety with the same person who suggested I might be right for roller derby.
If we were having coffee, I’ll still be bouncing off the walls as I was when I awoke… at 8:11 a.m. … on a Saturday. I’m on vacation! 10 nights, 9 days of NO WORK. Of anything my lil’ heart desires. Of getting up early if I want to or sleeping in. Of not answering the damn phone…. for a WEEK-PLUS! Ooh, what’s that? The biggest Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in history!
Let’s sip and chat.