What Mondays Are For...

"If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." ~ Gail Sheeny

"A little stress and adventure is good for you, if nothing else, just to prove you are alive." ~ Lady Bird Johnson

"Men are so cheap these days. Whatever happened to guys bringing women chocolate or flowers? I've reached the point where the grim reaper could show up at my door and I'd be like, 'Oh my God, you brought me a scythe. That's so sweet!'" ~ Jenee 

"The great and almost only comfort about a being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised." ~ Freya Stark


I want to travel back in time to someplace exotic like Spain or Greece. Okay, that's not exotic but it's more exotic than Modesto, Livermore or even Castro Valley, the three places I find myself constantly these days. I just want to walk down a cobblestone street in a nice dress, listening to a guitar while the stars shine overhead.


Cliche and romantic, I know, but I love that thought. 


Maybe, it's because I'm writing my book and I'm letting my imagination run as much as it wants. Of course, it could also be because I'm listening to my Spanish Cafe CD. That could definitely be the reason, too.


Work isn't boring. I know this because I'm constantly busy and rarely have time to think about anything else. The funny thing is that I'm wandering. My mind loves to wander about story land and imagination. I want to stay home all day and just write my stories. I have a lot of them and for some reason they are all screaming to be let out. 


Maybe, though, I just need a vacation :) ... to that cobblestone street in Spain or Greece. To take a moment and swallow up all the things of lie: guitar music, stars, wind... senses that make everyone feel alive and not just living the day-to-day routine of things. I guess I really need to jump out of my head, even though things are much more interesting there. 


Oh well, that's why Mondays were invented; to show us reality. Yes, indeed, the weekend was fun but now you must make the money that not only makes the weekend but also enables one's mind to wander. 


It's all a random though, I guess, and really sucks. Puts a damper on my Sunday evening, no?


Of course, maybe I just need new CD's. 


:)