I'm tired of being responsible. Tired of doing the right thing. Tired of keeping all the balls in the air.
I don't want to do the salon's banking today. I don't want to run payroll. I don't want to write a profile on an Hispanic entrepeneur.
It's raining. I want to wander an art museum and get lost in color. I want to sit in a conservatory and smell things growing. I want to eat beautiful food I did not prepare and make toasts with stemmed glasses that sing on contact.
I want to lie in the greener grass and watch someone else paint the damn fence.
I understand these are feelings, not actual (or even virtual) reality. I know it will pass. The sun will come out tomorrow, which is another day.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't want to understand. I want to be right and righteous and righteously angry. And I want to do all this rightness while someone else does the dishes.
Thank you for listening. I feel better now.