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That Monday Feeling

Wow are you talking about me?

Caliburnus Rises

She woke up thinking oh no, here we go again
the start of the week and more stress to vent
Back to work after two days off at rest and play
now that Monday morning feeling, hopes it’s a good day

She walks to the bus stop for the hour journey in
sometimes she thinks about jumping off somewhere she’s never been
Or just to keep on walking, maybe to the train station
see where it takes her in his home nation

It’s all the same, day in and day out
nothing with any interest or clout
Life for her has indeed become dull
what else could she do, does she chew over and mull

The world is a big place, she but a speck of dust
so what, she asks again, can she do to stop the rust?
She spends her day daydreaming of change and adventure
where she’s…

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Its here! Finally. It burst through the door and there’s no ignoring it now. I can feel it on my skin.  Not just a soft warm blanket covering me.  I feel the sting …. Its that sensation that makes you snap your hand back real fast before you burn. But here it’s accompanied by the scent of coconut sun screen lotion. By the soft sand you can sit on and lose yourself by the sound of the waves.  Its heaven in my eyes.

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Im always looking for that book that will blow me away. Sometimes I find good stories other times I simply don’t. But once in a while I stumble upon a teasure.. A group of characters that stay on my mind for a long time. People in these stories that I care about and Im just so thrilled  to have read about. Now the hunt starts once again.But I will not forget you.

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I never thought I wanted to be a mom. I pictured my life full of adventure and mystery. But life wasn’t as dependable as I thought. It made me a mother of two beautiful girls and a handsome brave boy. My life now is full of adventure and mystery but it all revolves around three of the most important people in my life. I sit and think often, (more than I should) about the past when they were small and they needed me so. Now their independence shines and blinds at times. And I share the stories of when they were smaller and the trials I went through with them. They seem to enjoy these stories. But these stories I carry them with me at all times. They are like windows in my mind and I can always open any of them and remember a different place and time. At times I see an exhausted, frustrated woman with hope in her eyes that times will get better. Other times I see a blissful woman thanking god over and over for her blessings. But what I always see is love, patience and an awareness of knowing that this will not last forever and it will not. But I’ll always have my windows to open, feel breeze and remember.

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