Revelation #2

Optimists are stupid.

Hope Springs? Or Naivete?

Earlier today I realized something shocking, completely mystifying, and a little bit scary. Where I thought there was only a bitter, jaded cynic, I, apparently, have been hiding an optimist. It may not seem like much but I'm not sure how she got there or how long she's been keeping quiet. And, I have no idea what to do with this revelation...

And I Think It's Gonna Be a Long, Long Time

Two-Thirty and sleep is still that ever elusive dream I'm constantly chasing. Two-Thirty and even Alaska isn't awake. Two-Thirty is a time for forgetting directions and embracing vanilla vodka. My restless mind and fidgeting legs want to run but the darkness outside is too deep. Grrrr...I hate this.

Snapshot of a Lotus-Eater

Sprawled across the bed, reading the paper, listening to the faraway sounds of a lawnmower. Dishes calling from the kitchen sink but napping under a ceiling fan breeze is the sweeter serenade. Waking to watch quirky movies and eat sesame chicken while seated on the floor. "Have some gin to see if you're allergic" and "I love goldfinches at the feeder." Watering the neighbor's basil is not a euphemism - they're not even home. A quietly lazy Saturday. I'll get something done tomorrow.

Would You If You Could?

When someone points out who they think you truly are, deep down, and you fear they are right - do you embrace the fear or fight against it? Is the struggle to change worth the energy? Will it make a difference in the end? What's worse - knowing the truth or knowing someone else saw it first?