The air is so clean this morning.
As I write this, it refuses to blow through the open windows of my apartment and I am dreading my eight hours inside the retail store where I work. I love my job, but I also miss early September mornings: the smell of things ending and new beginnings just setting into hibernation.
Summer isn’t over, but I wish it were.
I have been struggling recently with money – not that I do not have enough to live off of, but the lack of money to go out of my way and do things that I love. As much as I would love to go out and trail hop these mornings away, I can’t afford to miss work. I miss childhood.
I miss being able to sit for hours and read a good book. I miss not being able to ignore the clock and not worry about having to be up on time (or be somewhere on time).
I miss not worrying about being able to make the two hour drive up to Rapid to participate in the events I love to do.
Thing is, I feel as if I were built for “the write life.” Go out, seek inspiration, come back, write. Go out, take photos, come back, edit, write. Writing is something that comes so naturally to me, I wonder how much enjoyment I am missing by this “adulting” thing.
Self-employment is looking more and more like my calling. Perhaps, it is not a calling and I just like taking my time with things – I probably will never know.
(This turned into a journal entry, my apologies!)
My hands are extremely glittery and metallic right now (must be a vampire thing). I wonder how on earth I broke a highlighter and which one I broke. Granted, I am going to look fabulous when I show up for work since this stuff wouldn’t budge if you soaked it in bleach (I have not tried, bless!).
I hope you all have a beautiful, wonderful, September day!