I said I was going to the store to buy bacon, but I knew when I said it that I was lying.
I still tried to assume the best intentions and drove straight to the grocery store, and then I drove right past it.
I wasn't really sure where I was going, but I knew I didn't want to go back home any time soon, if ever, so I didn't really see the point in wasting money on bacon that might just sit on the floor of the truck while I drove to a tropical island.
Yes, of course I realize that it's not actually possible to drive to a tropical island. (Ask my aunt, she claims sole credit for having the Greyhound bus company change their commercials because she called and asked for a ticket to Hawaii.) But, nonetheless, that was where I wanted to go.
I'll spare the gory and neurotic details of exactly why I wanted to escape my life today, suffice it to say that...
Sometimes, life is hard.
Sometimes it's hard to see the good in anything or anyone,
Sometimes it's hard to get motivated to do anything at all,
Sometimes it feels like all you ever do is give to others with little or nothing in return,
Sometimes it seems that daily life is a completely insurmountable obstacle to happiness, and
Sometimes it seems like running away and becoming a bonafide beach bum is clearly the only answer!
But after a green tea frappuccino, a long overdue smoke, and a couple of hours of conversation with a sister soul...
Sometimes you realize you need to turn around and get your butt back home where you belong...
With the husband and children who love you and who you miss already after only a few hours, because...
Sometimes life is hard,
But it doesn't mean you would trade it for anything in the world!
It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it.
- Lena Horne
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