Friday, June 12, 2009

Real Life Isn't Working for Me

I am so bored. My soul is rattling the cage doors. It wouldn’t know what to do if I freed it. I don’t think it remembers how to fly. I’m caught between wanting to stay in bed forever and wanting to run away. The iggly bits of daily routine seem irritating beyond belief. I am not pleasant.

Last night I dreamed I was pregnant. How clichéd is that? It’s like having your subconscious hand you self-extracting Jungian software. I hope I don’t have to wait nine months to find out what I’m incubating.


  1. I think the thing I hate the most about life is the fact that I'm not allowed to control it. It's a hard thing for a control freak like myself to accept.

  2. Interesting idea about dreaming of pregnancy. . . .hmmmmm.

  3. JP: I'm not so much a control freak. In fact, I would probably like a bit of spontaneous surprise now and then (positive, of course). When I get low on ideas, a bit of input from the universe would be excellent.

    Mompriest: I really do think I could stay in bed for a long time.

    Jan: What is that about? When I was getting divorced from husband 1, I dreamed that I found an egg in a drawer.