Monday - Send Help

Hello tea.

You are lovely and warm. Soothing. Your only demand is to sip slowly and I love your for it.

Thank you.

I'm not sure I want to do this. In fact I know, definitely, positively, I do not want to do this. No to a new week. No to Monday. No to work, to busy, to my bra, to brushing my teeth. No to talking.

No. Just no.

But yes to tea. Yes to milk in my tea. Yes to jammie pants and a quiet space. Yes to more time here, right where I am. Yes to space for my thoughts to stretch out and roll around. Yes to reading and writing, to creating whatever I want, and to deep breathing.

Yes to prayer.

LORD,

I truly don't want to today. The world out there is not inviting. My mug of Red Rose is. I'm not ready for busy, not ready for doing, not ready for people. I want to sit here until I don't want to. I want to drink tea and let my imagination run free. I want to be free. Of my bra, of the clock, of time in general, my job, my supervisor, all responsibility and any worry or fear I may run into.

Life has been a bit full throttle, like standing in front of a industrial-sized fan set to High. It's been wanting to blow me over, take me out. At least it feels that way.

Can we turn off the fan? Pull out the giant tea pot instead? From where I sit right now, brewing up a pot, sitting down together, putting our feet up, and sipping seems about right.

But there she is.

Duty.

Duty always gets the last word. Duty doesn't know the word 'no.' I just now poured the last of my tea and duty is at the door holding her clipboard, wearing her huge watch and her whistle.

Go , go, go! Do, do, do!

I'm sure duty is good for me. Somehow. In the long run. But I hate her. Today I truly hate her.

LORD. I don't what else to say.

Help.

Please help. Send more tea.