I woke up to the sound of rain on the roof top, which could of course mean only one thing, snow in the high country!
I was wildly excited about this because my summer had been long and rough, and although my fall was simple, relaxed and filled with coffee and newspapers, I was ready to indulge in my one true passion, shredding.
But despite this euphoria, it was hard for me to get out the door, because you see, I dont really like my morning job. Although the kids I work with really need my help, the pay is crap, and I cant seem for the life of me to get up early in the morning without wanting to kill someone.
I did my best to stay positive, but found myself looking at the clock, and plotting my escape. I knew I had to break quickly, because procrastination would only strengthen the bonds, and make the divorce that much more difficult. I fantasied frequently about running away and never returning, but of course reality suggested other wise, and I pushed through the day as best I could.
…. some time had passed and I was finally free. The day was mine, and mine alone. I drowned my self in music, and skated around the cold city cement, contemplating my existence, and pondering the great decisions and choices that one must face while experiencing this thing called life.