Timeout.
A cry for solace.
I need a break, there is this burning desire in me to log out of the hassle of life.
My body is weak, my soul is tired of searching for endless things and my mind is feeble.
I just want to spend some days surrounded by nothing but pure happiness and not a pinch of bothering – I want to be free from this soul-draining activity called working.
I want to spend all day in my bed and not be concerned about what to prepare for breakfast or dinner – I just want a genuine reason to be idle without being called lazy.
There are so many toxicities around my daily life lately, from the current state of the country to my job and the constant expectations to be/do better – so many things happening all at once and I just want to disconnect – timeout! Timeout!! Timeout!!!!
My yearning for a break isn’t just about physical fatigue, though that’s a part of it. It’s the feeling of being trapped in a relentless routine, a constant stream of tasks, deadlines, and obligations that can leave me gasping for a moment of solace. It’s a sense of longing for the freedom to escape the familiar and embrace the unknown.
Amid this yearning, often find my mind wandering to distant places, imagining the soft rustle of leaves in a secluded forest or the gentle lapping of waves on a deserted beach. I constantly daydream about unplugging from the digital world, letting go of the incessant notifications and alarms that tether me to the daily grind.
I know I can’t afford the luxury of taking a break on a fancy Island or out of the country, but broke girls deserve better too! – even if it’s just a brief getaway or moments of quiet reflection, to help me rejuvenate and allow me to recharge my spirits, gain clarity amid chaos, and rediscover the passions that might have been overshadowed by the daily whirlwind.
Lying on my bed and writing this, a flash reminder that work resumes by 9 a.m. and I have the option to send in my resignation letter and opt for the disconnection I long for and experience the grandfather of shege afterwards or bury the desire so as to get paid!
I am allergic to hunger, so the latter is the case
Love,
The girl with the voice of a hummingbird.
