i thought the weekend would never end.
meaning it was too good, too perfect. it wouldn't end because it was what life should be like. the stars were all in line, and the weekend seemed infinite.
but what am i to do what that now, on monday morning, back at my desk?
all i know to do to cope is
-drink this coffee
-tell my coworkers how ridiculous the weekend was
-show them the bruises
-revel in my new wool pants that are soft as a kitten on my legs
-send txts to say thanx & i <3 u
-smile to myself
-start planning for the next one
and maybe tomorrow i'll remind myself to live in the present, to live mindfully, to listen to buddha.
but not today.