… I miss the life I once had. Sitting in the bus and watching the hordes make their commute into the city reminds me of a time when I used to wake to text messages and emails, all before I could even brush my teeth.
5 and 6 inch heels sit in my wardrobe as memorabilia from a life I once had. These days, I pull on a uniform, clean poo off the bums of snotty kids and read “Where is the green sheep?” (and really, I don’t care for that green sheep after the fiftieth time of reading that damn book.)
These days, I also cook, clean and look after a husband and a puppy dog. Do I love them and everything that I do? With every breath that I take and more…
But sometimes.. Just sometimes.. I get to thinking about life as I knew it to be.