Russian Doll Tangent
Just to tie things up in a bow for those of you who didn’t notice – the enlightened versions went in the same direction (Notice the karma scarf and her outfit).
He has the ‘Karma Scarf’ on and she has her enlightened ‘I had a drink thrown on me’ outfit on.
The other two versions of her are passing her by going backwards out of the tunnel, whilst, they are going in. Together.
Here comes the downer. lol.
Everyday feels like groundhog day for me.
I’m reminded of the Beatles.
“Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream”
Only, I’m a bad riser.
I can’t drink coffee anymore, and I’ve had a child.
So, I have ‘mama’ ears.
I wake to my husband waking.
I hear him say good morning to our dog.
I hear him close the door so I may sleep longer (which is sweet).
If I’m lucky, I get half an hour more of sleep. Which I’m so desperately needing lately for whatever reason.
Every. Single. Day.
Be mad at waking up, whilst knowing what a gift.
Turn off alarm and turn on Headline News.
Go outside with dog.
Say goodbye to husband.
Come inside and shower.
Toss ‘cookies’ on couch for dog.
Change channel to ‘Disney’ for dog.
Drive 40 minutes to work.
Acknowledge OCD style the crosses, the names. Watch for animals crossing and drive far too slow for those behind me. (Because DAMMIT I have seen the crosses, haven’t you??)
Get to work.
Do that routine.
I honestly feel sometimes like a Russian Doll.
Repeating, yet, getting smaller and smaller and being less than, feeling less. Every. Single. Day.
If I were a positive person, which I am, I’d take the, ‘I’m peeling layers and showing the final me’.
Which, c’mon, is a freaking tiny toothpick cut in thirds size. I don’t want to be a tiny toothpick.
I’ll stick with my morbid theory. Thank you very much.