I am 33 years old.
I wonder if it shows.
I hear the sound of country music and a 4 year-old playing.
I see the sun shining on fresh cut lawns and a blinking cursor.
I want to close this computer and go out in the sun.
I am ready for summertime.
I pretend to be working but I’m just passing time on the internet.
I feel guilty: for working, for not being outside, for not being better or best.
I touch these keys.
I worry about summer vacation and finding balance.
I cry easily but less than I used too.
I am putting off work.
I understand that I waste too much time.
I say I will do better, but…
I dream about writing novels, quitting the day job and moving to Key West.
I try to stay motivated.
I hope everything
I am content and restless all in the same breath.