 Prudence McCoy My Diary. Again Thursday Thursday:This is outrageous! I won’t be forced to go on a bloody holiday, exiled to Wyoming and a godforsaken lodge somewhere on the edge of the known world! Jeffrey (Symcox), the arrogant mogul who runs the media empire that ‘PruPointers’ helped build, thinks I’m working too hard. Thinks I’m distracted. Thinks I’m exhausted. Thinks I’m becoming like my mother. He’s insisting I take a vacation. I won’t do it! I am most certainly not my mother, thank you very much! She was a workaholic who worked to avoid living. I know how to live. I just don’t have enough time to live the way I know how to live. But, I will. Someday. When I’m not so busy… working. Jeffrey might be right! I hate it when he’s right. All I do is work. 24/7. I mean, I love it, I do, but sometimes – in the odd moment -- I wonder what it would be like to not have so much to do. What a ghastly idea! What would I do with nothing to do? I don’t vacation well. I don’t sit still well. I don’t ‘do’ relaxing. Oh my God… that sounds just like my mother. Maybe I am becoming her and I’m not even aware of it. I know it happens to women sometimes… they get older and start to sound and act and look like their… All right. Calm down. Breathe. In. Out. It’s not too late. I can nip this in the bud, before it gets out of hand. I just checked in a mirror. I don’t look like her. Not that much, at least. Granted, there is a similarity, especially in the eyes, but that’s probably genetic. And my mouth still knows how to smile, something my mother never got the hang of. I think what I need is a vacation. A bit of a breather. A chance to re-charge the batteries. I am going to Wyoming. I’ll read, paint, stare at the mountains, take long walks, sleep in… and I WILL NOT WORK! I can do this. I can. I know it. I’ll make a long list of things to do and… no, no, no! No lists! No plans! No schedules! I won’t need those. I hope… Love to all, Prudence. Thursday Later ***************************************************************** |