I don't feel the sun's comin' out today
its staying in, its gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I don't
think I'll ever see the sun from here....
I know how you feel Shannon, the Tough Guy thought as she paused at the stoplight, so lost in her own misery that she forgot to smile at the red light. I just can't win...can I?
Something was off and the Tough Guy knew it. She longed for a campfire, for the Manager and Newbie...hell she'd take the Hanson Brother and the Boy Scout too. This was nothing a microbrew and a good dance in the fire pit couldn't fix. But there was no warm fire waiting for her at the end of this tearful trek, just an empty apartment and half a lemon bundt cake.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
some ways will work and other ways we'll play.
But I know we all can't stay here forever,
so I want to write my words on the face of today.
The Tough Guy hit the breaks suddenly as it had hit her... she knew what was off.
Every time she began to live life, to experience things and feel any sort of feeling or mindfulness...this damn inner monologue kicked in and began scripting the situation into some sort of blog entry.
I laughed as I got out of my car and walked to my apartment in the pouring rain. Maybe what I needed was not another piercing, not another night proving to the campers that I was fire-proof or another grain silo to repel down. Maybe what I needed was to experience life for what it is. To take the good with the bad and live the cliche. Mindfulness.
Even those nights that I feel like I'm at the end of my rope, I can be thankful for my breath and reconnect with the joy that is life.
In the mean time, I'm going to have some cake. Mmm...cake.
