Dare it Do it

Red House

I am losing my mind. Hell, I am losing me. You would think Fridays would be fun, especially when they are cut in half but fully paid. Not so. Not today. I am sick of here. I need home. There. I said it. I want to go home. I miss my mommy. I am a sad, pathetic, homesick child, wanting to go back to the ocean. Back to the sea. I don’t care for this landlocked existence at this moment. If I could quit my job, quit my house, quit my quaint little life, I would. Right here, right now.  Lashing out? Girl with a bad attitude? You betcha. I can’t have it any other way.

I don’t like to write about work. I don’t like that part of my life, especially in here. But, I can’t help it. Not today. What part of YouDon’tWorkHere don’t you understand? Why go back to As If Nothing Happened when you are told you aren’t wanted? Why create a scene that hurts your pride more than it hurts my heart? I don’t get it. Why does it have to be so complicated? Drop off your keys and go. Please.

I offered a friend a saving solution – come home with me. June seems like the perfect month for running away. You, me and a big bottle of Merlot. Okay, make it some frilly pink stuff and call it good. I’ll call it great…but only if I can sip it down by the sea. Down by the sea in the shadow of a big red house. Take me home because in my heart, I’m already there. If you dare it, I’ll do it.

Categories: Confessional, life | Tags: , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Dare it Do it

  1. becelisa

    i so wish i could join for that bottle of merlot down by the sea! i need a wine night not over the phone. and sounds like you do too. but for now we can settle. time this weekend? i’m hear to listen. xoxo

  2. definitely. i’ll get back to you about a time…which day works better? text moi. xoxox

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