Plodding
This morning when I was walking to the metro I realized I was plodding. I was wearing my sensible comfortable shoes and I was plodding. Then I realized I am plodding through life. I am incredibly bored and unfulfilled at my current job, I'm tired all of the time and I just want to curl up and sleep for days on end. I no longer get looked at by younger men, just the old men who look at sensible shoes and child bearing hips and run for the Viagra. I'm not even looking for a man, but it is nice to be noticed by someone under the age of 55. The Sensation thinks that all of this is related to my present job, and I think he might be right, but how can my misery with one job seep into every corner of my life? Now, I realize that I am the only one who can effectuate change in my life and I'm working on it, I just wanted to voice what is going through my mind this morning.
1 Comments:
At 11:16 AM, Glib Gurl said…
Girl, I feel you on many accounts. I, too, am plodding through . . . I think my bosses are slowly trying to kill me . . . or send me to a mental hospital. I will tell you more in person. But, believe me, I feel you.
(((Hugs)))
BTW, no men look at me at all - regardless of age!
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