Let Them Eat Cake

Cake for breakfast is unavoidable. Last night I wanted to spontaneously get on a plane and fly to Rome. If someone had gone with me I just might have done it. I planned in my mind the ways that I would scrape together my money and call in sick to work. It would have been an exercise in stepping outside of myself. Who knows... I might still do it. Yesterday was strange and hard. I comforted myself by knowing that things will be better and that the world does not rest within my hands. Restlessness has never sat well with me. Advice to myself: let them eat cake!