Remember a time when change was really uncomfortable? That feeling of not wanting to ditch that warm yet raggedy old sweatshirt because it’s familiar and comfortable. Not leaving a job out of fear.
It’s Marvelous Monday and I’m trying to refrain from crawling back into bed to doze off and make up for the hour we lost. Oh well, I’ll take this day light savings thing because more daylight is a plus.
Vibrating foot steps, cool air, supposed agendas. I spent the day at the airport. Darting eyes, prestigious demeanors. Is it me or do the travelers only aim to appear important. I mean, how important is the destination?