Blue Monday

I don't feel like exercising today. I don't feel like facing the reality of my life. I feel like escaping...fleeing. If I were a drinker I would get drunk. If I were a smoker I would smoke (as if my lungs could endure that for very long.) If I were home in South Florida I would run to the ocean, seeing the endless water, the warm kiss of sunshine on my shoulders bathing me in light. The repetiveness of the waves reminding me there is nothing new under the sun. I am not the first to struggle nor will I be the last.

I have learned to ride the wave, the feeling will pass only to come again.