I came back from the Maya Riveria one week from today. One would think that after going on a paradise retreat for a week that you would be rejuvenated- high spirited- THANKFUL. But something unexpected happened- I arrived home to 5 degrees Celsius with anxiety and one thing on my mind- "why would we choose to live somewhere so frigid? Are we INSANE?" and thus began a few days of real or perceived depression. I didn't want to go outside, I didn't want to cook. I wanted to go back.
So, it's been a week now, and I look at these pictures and think "was this real? did this happen?" because life is back to normal now. I'm working. Iyla is back to school. We just went out for cocktails with friends. It's cold.
My Type A mother-in-law described it best, "Desha, you were on VACATION. It's not reality." Lady Gaga starts her new hit Marry the Night with this quote, "It's not that I've been dishonest, it's just that I LOATHE REALITY".
I can see your point, senorita.
But, I am a dreamer, and there's many realities to choose from.
I can't help it, I was Born this Way.