Surrounded in my bubbly, warm happy place, I expected to feel more comforted. I haven't had the accommodations to relax and take a bubble bath in nearly a year. This is where I always went when I felt negative emotions. Sadness, stress, frustration. Somehow now it is not the same. I have enough bubbles. I have my book, my wine, a friend to text and confide in. But here I am, lifting my leg up, watching the small avalanche of bubbles slowly make it's way back into the water. Submerging my face, concentrating on exhaling; a steady flow of evenly sized bubbles. This used to calm me down. But now, in this soggy, wet atmosphere, I'm not sure where condensation ends and tears begin.
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