sometimes
sometimes i read and read and read until i get to the last page of the story. other times i pick up a book and feel so distracted that i reread the same paragraph five times.
sometimes i count things. suitcases at an airport check-in. letters inserted into a mailbox. steps that i’m ascending. vitamins & supplements i take each day. things to turn off or close down when i head to bed each night. cats in a park. (actually i always count things!)
sometimes i wish i could experience living in every town and every city in the world. in a mid-century modern design inspired by frank lloyd wright, in a high-rise parisian-style apartment way way up in the sky, in a big white farmhouse in the countryside. maybe in a fairy-tale castle like a princess, or even in a converted shipping container or boxcar. because what if my favorite dwelling on the globe is still out there?
sometimes i’m happy. and sometimes i’m sad. sometimes i’m angry or fearful or annoyed. and sometimes ALL of these emotions visit me in the same day.
sometimes i go for a walk just to nourish my curiosity. i marvel at the smallest little details and i revel in the daily rhythms & flows around me. and i take lots and lots of pictures. the activity replenishes my soul.
sometimes i think about what my life as a fashion magazine editor in new york city would look like. or as a shipping clerk in a bustling harbor town. as the head librarian on a beautiful college campus or as administrative staff at a forest ranger station in the woods. or i imagine myself as a gutsy private eye, hunting down clues and solving puzzles. my fondest career daydream? as the general manager of a grand hotel in a metropolitan setting.
sometimes i look at the things around me and feel so cozy and comforted. telephones i’ve collected. bookshelves filled with delicious stories. collages i’ve created. notes from my husband, from friends. clothes that express my true essence. photos and artwork i’ve chosen to hang on my walls. mementos of places i’ve explored. my journals, especially my journals.
what do YOU sometimes think, do, feel, or dream?