Dreaming

Waking up on a Monday but not going into work. Staying in my pjs til the absolute last second, when I throw on a t-shirt, jeans and my flip flops and make my way to the ocean. Decadent hours roll by as I am lulled by the sound of the sea, the seagulls, the occassional peal of laughter. I can faintly hear the barking seals that frolick beneath the wharf and the sounds of the Boardwalk coming to life.

I don't worry about the long to do list that sits on my work desk. The in box full of inquiries. The grocery shopping that needs to be done or the vacuuming/dusting/scrubbing/ dishes/laundry that I should be attending to. I don't think about money woes or body image bullshit. I feel okay being who I am, looking like I do. I feel okay being single. I feel okay not knowing the answers to life's big questions.

I think happy thoughts and drop all the "shoulds." And it is unreal how good it feels.