Whose idea was this? Two weeks off and FIFTY on. Ninety-six percent stressing ourselves out and 4% sand in our shoes. We call this the American dream?
THE PIE CHART IS BROKEN.
This is the American dream:
More sun. More books.
I want more of this ridiculousness.
You know what else is superior to thinking? Eating shrimp every day. And lobster and scallops and clams and muscles and butter OH GOD I WANT TO GO BACK. And yet it feels good to be home. Good to be back in a routine. Good to be sleeping in my own bed. Even if the dog is sleeping on top of me.
I understand. I get it. I know that life can't be all sand and kites and peel-and-eat shrimp. But still, as I attempt to ease back in, I'll be angling for more slow, more steady.