I went to bed last night not really looking forward to my Saturday workload. I found myself moving away from the guided meditation mp-whatevers and am getting really good at centering myself.
I was woken up by the phone. The youngest had a basketball game this morning and had left his uniform at home. I managed to pull myself out of bed and get the coffee going (a much needed morning ritual). I made myself half presentable and found the gear.
After I got the kid off and running, I settled in to plan out my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad Saturday, coffee in tow. I was facing a massive amount of driving and talking and I really, really, didn’t want to. I had 23 cases routed out.
I was just about to head out for this enormous run and my phone went off. I looked at the anonymous message that came in through text and had to read it again… And then again. I respond with you standard “who is this?” but I knew who it was, I was simply stalling so that I may be able to catch my heart before it hit the living room floor. I read that message three more times before I really responded. And that, my friends, if when I began this extremely intense lucid dream.
I picked up all the boys from the game and delivered them back to their weekend vacation spot and attempted to head to my first stop of the day. I ended up driving around 290 twice before I actually found the right direction. I stayed in this confusion, moving through all of Worcester county in a trance like state all while falling hard AGAIN.
And just like that I woke up.. Forcefully thrust from this pure bliss I was feeling.. And just like that it was over.
I was dealt those pocket aces that I lost on a while back but then the lights went out on the game. I’m not sure if and or when power will be restored. Will this be another loosing hand? Was it really just a dream? Have I created all of this in my wonderfully romantic fairy tale imagination? I guess, as with all things in life, it’s a game of Chance… There is no re-deal I will wait for the power.