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If it feels like a Monday and it drags like a Monday…
A pleasant haze of confusion has settled over my sense of time and place. A weekend has ended and I have gone to work. I immediately think of what will be happening at the office, per the Monday schedule. But wait! Something is amiss. People who shouldn’t be here are here. Are they in the wrong place or am I? It turns out we both are, in a cognitive rather than physical way. The calendar says it is Tuesday, but our minds are on Monday. My heart says it should be any day but a work day, Monday or not.
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Disney Resorts
Sitting in bed, thunder rumbling outside. A television on, the child-like voices of cartoon characters fill the room. A woman sitting in the corner quietly reading through hotel literature. Ear bud headphones pine away like speakers made of glass. Grunge rock softly overwhelms the background noise.
Two of us are waiting for the rain to stop. One of us is waiting for the head ache to stop. Two of us may not have that long to wait.
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Waiting for the courage.
Have I mentioned that I am not an outgoing person? In a room with other people, silence is not my friend. Any silence tends to be awkward silence. With my family, words come out of my mouth with nary a second thought, or any prior thought for that matter. With others, words come rarely if at all. When they do they are not something to be proud of. My intelligence quotient takes a 30 point drop with others in the room, and heaven knows I don’t have points to spare. All I want to do is relax and be myself. Why is that so hard?