So I decided to accompany my husband on his official trip to Florida to make it a fun one for myself. My parents left after their visit here 2 days ago and the sadness of it all has still not worn off. I'm still a little numb from overwhelming emotions of joy, regret, satisfaction, pride, unhappiness et al. I'm still kind of in a state of pure oblivion - having created a barricade in my heart to block the emotions and feelings I do not want to feel.
I decided to rest in and sleep till late after a whirlwind three and a half weeks. Since I'm in sunshine-y Florida, I have to get out and wear shorts. Soaking myself in a good bath and feeling clean, I decided to grab some good lunch. Veggies, goat cheese on a flat. Blissful. On our way to the hotel yesterday, I spotted a $20 tarot card reader and I decided to find out what fate had in store for my career - for only $20. Walked about 20 minutes basking in the sun, I found the house which was all decorated for Halloween - only the witches, skeletons, ghosts et al were taken to an extreme. Seeing the "please ring the bell" sign, I patiently rang the bell and waited. And waited. To no one opening the door and a creepy sound coming from a basket placed below the skeleton. At that moment, I turned back and was so glad that no one opened that creepy door. Note to self : Next time you attempt going to a tarot card reader, you're so not going alone.
Walking back to the safety of familiar surroundings around the hotel, I walked into a quaint store hoping to find a "Florida" fridge magnet to add to my collection. But to my disappointment (or not), I did not get the fridge magnet but bought myself a cute charmed necklace instead, with the letter 'T'. Now would be a good time to mention that at some point, I'd like to gift myself a chain reading "Tivoli", just like "Carrie" has one. Judge me all you want, but I still think 'Sex and the City' is a great show. Feeling the joy of adding another accessory to my collection, I walked into a Starbucks to further my love for writing and get back to that habit.
I usually write non-fiction in the form of articles - which was my style until now. Today I decided to further the boundaries I'd set for myself and attempted a poem. Yes, me and a poem. I always thought it wasn't my cup of tea but after having written one for pessimists, I realized how much I enjoy this new mode of expression. Another note to self : Do not set boundaries, always experiment.
I decided to rest in and sleep till late after a whirlwind three and a half weeks. Since I'm in sunshine-y Florida, I have to get out and wear shorts. Soaking myself in a good bath and feeling clean, I decided to grab some good lunch. Veggies, goat cheese on a flat. Blissful. On our way to the hotel yesterday, I spotted a $20 tarot card reader and I decided to find out what fate had in store for my career - for only $20. Walked about 20 minutes basking in the sun, I found the house which was all decorated for Halloween - only the witches, skeletons, ghosts et al were taken to an extreme. Seeing the "please ring the bell" sign, I patiently rang the bell and waited. And waited. To no one opening the door and a creepy sound coming from a basket placed below the skeleton. At that moment, I turned back and was so glad that no one opened that creepy door. Note to self : Next time you attempt going to a tarot card reader, you're so not going alone.
Walking back to the safety of familiar surroundings around the hotel, I walked into a quaint store hoping to find a "Florida" fridge magnet to add to my collection. But to my disappointment (or not), I did not get the fridge magnet but bought myself a cute charmed necklace instead, with the letter 'T'. Now would be a good time to mention that at some point, I'd like to gift myself a chain reading "Tivoli", just like "Carrie" has one. Judge me all you want, but I still think 'Sex and the City' is a great show. Feeling the joy of adding another accessory to my collection, I walked into a Starbucks to further my love for writing and get back to that habit.
I usually write non-fiction in the form of articles - which was my style until now. Today I decided to further the boundaries I'd set for myself and attempted a poem. Yes, me and a poem. I always thought it wasn't my cup of tea but after having written one for pessimists, I realized how much I enjoy this new mode of expression. Another note to self : Do not set boundaries, always experiment.
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