Tuesday, August 31, 2010

In my other life I'm a ballerina

When I'm stressed or bored and usually when listening to music I often drift off to my happy place. When I arrive I find myself fabulously rich and full of grace and coordination.

I've been spending so much time there lately I find I am frighteningly detached from my real life. Where I am not so rich, can't seem to hold in my burps and knock off half of my toenail tripping on the driveway.

This has left me wondering, what should I do to remedy the situation? Do I say goodbye to my happy place? Do I try to make it resemble more of my everyday life? The thought leaves my mind blank.

Until then, I shall practice my Swan Lake.