airplane mode

I want nothing else at this moment besides a nice back massage and a hot cup of chai. I am lugging around what feels like three children crammed in a duffel bag, each holding a prehistoric mega-sized laptop. My back audibly cracks when I take a step forward and now I can’t tell if it hurts because of psychosomatic overdrive or if I’ve actually done something to it.

I’m like 24, it’s way too early to throw out my back. Heck I’m running on 90 minutes of sleep on the ceramic floor of my childhood bedroom so maybe that’s why I feel like the living embodiment of death. Either way, I think I’ve scared at least a few children with my face. Barring the ones hiding in my luggage of course

Actually I don’t want chai. I don’t know what I want anymore. It’s like I hopped on the metro and can’t decide where I want to get off....in fact I can’t even remember why I ever got on.

I hope this year brings me peace if nothing else. Frozen peace and carrots, ready to steam, ready to eat, but oh if I decide to eat this year. (Cue gasps, airs of fabricated concern....relax dearest people, I’m kidding)  

I hope this year brings me clarity, I hope it brings me closer to a sense of purpose and well being

I hope I drink more water and less coffee and I hope I’m less anxious 

I hope I do more with my time

Thankfully the year seems to have started on a good note. I have obtained an aisle seat with no one next to me, thanks only to the grace of god

I hope I experience that this year

Grace

I hope I’m more graceful this year.