Smitten!

In the South of France.

Second time around, the love gets stronger!

Thousands of miles away, her mind is able to switch off from reality.

Her heart beats with excitement each waking moment.

Oh! how the smell of the ocean invites delight!

There is no ending, only beginnings.

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Sick Leave

I’m fine.

Honestly, I rarely get sick.

My sick leaves get converted to cash.

 

Frankly, I’d rather fake it.

Every now and then I need a time out.

Errands or just plain silence from work is good.

 

I can work from home while on my supposed sick leave.

And at the same time, I can kick up my feet and relax.

I can putter around like I used to.

 

I dreamt I lost my mobile phone.

Dream dictionary says it’s a sign that I’ve lost touch with some aspect of myself.

So I’m taking that as a sign.

 

Today, I’m going to hop over to the bank, get my nails done.

Sort the clutter on my table, maybe I’ll sneak to the mall.

This is going to be a great sick leave day for me!

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Reality Check

With so much work to accomplish every day, my weekends have been anything but restful.

I have been waking up too early every morning in a rush because of so many things to do.

How unlikely of me.

 

I am disappointed with myself because I have allowed myself to reach this exhausting point.

A year down the road feels like a decade.

I value the work that I do but, admittedly, it’s taking a toll on me.

 

Maybe it’s just another hiccup in life.

Maybe it’s just an off year.

I can’t help but at times wonder…

 

Could there be yet another something for me out there?

Something that will keep me motivated.

Something what will shift me to a better place.

 

Not just work wise but all around life kind of thing.

You see, truth is, I’m on my own.

Not that it’s a bad thing, it just is.

 

I know God hears.

Eventually things will shift again.

Just have to sit it out and ride the tide.

 

 

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Filling in the Blanks

A sentence of two or three, sometimes four and up to five.

 

Especially when time is of the essence.

A few words are all that the exchange will allow.

 

It does get crazy, I know.

There’s hardly enough time in a day to get everything done.

 

When the day ends, there is no energy left for conversation.

Thus a few words to get the job done.

 

Then silence.

End of day.

 

The following day arrives.

Just as crazy as the day before.

 

Hardly any time to breathe.

A lot of words and short sentences.

 

Minus conversation of two.

Only a sentence of two or three, sometimes four and up to five.

 

The gaps in between stretch longer.

The period of silence becomes more deafening.

 

Like a crossword puzzle.

Figuring out the mood can be confusing.

 

Finding the right words to say turns into a gamble.

It can make or break the possibility of a conversation.

 

So I am told this is what I had signed up for.

I am reminded of the virtue of understanding.

 

And patience, tolerance, acceptance and a few more words.

It’s up to me now to fill in the rest of the blanks.

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