Mundane Monday March 23, 2009

This brilliant day I call Mundane Monday is winding towards it's end. As, I cook chicken stir fry for dinner I stare out the window overlooking my patio with a view of the lake and strangers living across the way. The sky is blue with puffy white clouds, looking quite similarly to the opening credits of the Simpson's. I concentrate on the tingling sensation in my legs. This, a result of a 20 minute Pilate video followed by 45 minutes of brisk walking. Of all days, why oh why did I have to be locked inside the prison cell called work? It is amazing outside today. What I would do to have the freedom to enjoy a day like today. The wind is blowing consistently in a musical wave. It is sunny and bright all around. I listen to Feist,while watching the sunshine dance along each house across the lake. I listen to this type of music at work and let's just say, most don't appreciate the raw emotion embraced within a song.
I daydream often of having this effortless capability to withdrawal raw emotion from people with my lyrics. Only problem with making this daydream a reality is that I am afraid I sound a bit like a tone def amateur on Karaoke night. I feel a quiet calm which I am embracing with arms wide open. After, those crazy couple of months with nothing but Anxiety and Panic Attacks, I am way overdo for some settling and calmness in my life. I'll take it any chance I can.

My calm has just been disturbed with this 2 week burn I've had on the shins of my legs. Imagine, a Snow white pale skinned shin with ZERO SPF baking in the sun for about 3 hours. Okay, now multiply that by 2 and imagine the color of a Lobster. Pain is all I can use to describe it. Pain followed with intense burning during my showers. These past few days the redness has faded, but replacing it is immense itching. The unbearable chicken pox kind of itching. I apply lotion about 7 times a day to keep the baked skin jerky on my shins moist. Still, it itches unbearably. When I was in High School I got the chicken pox at about 15 years old. Try telling a teenager not to scratch. Now try telling a 25 year old grown woman not to scratch. It started with the massive light pressure rubbing, which evolved into the using your pants to rub, then escalated to the itch along the outer perimeter. I finally gave into full blown scratching with a end result of satisfying the itch, bubbling skin shedding like a snake shedding it's skin. Ah, such bitter sweet relief easing this itch.