comfort room

Everyone wants it, a “comfort” room. A place where one can find refuge, a place where all the worries drift, where all the positive thoughts are kept intact.

As much as I don’t want to change, change is hauling me, chasing me. In a little time I might get into the dead end and embrace that change altogether.

This morning a blog post awe struck me, taken me aback and hit me right through. It made me think and to reevaluate myself.

I’ve always been the good girl. Never fights with anyone. Never argues. Never insists. I could pass for a saint. But darn those days seem to end soon. However I want to keep myself that way I need to toughen up. It will be for the better. I am beginning to get tired of saying yes. I want to put myself first this time. I don’t want to be a push over anymore.

Top Ten things I do when bored, when blue

1. Eat fatty, carbohydrate rich, grease fortified food.

2. Read random personal blogs.

3. Look at old pictures of happy moments.

4. Have brutally honest conversations with my intellectually stimulating close friends.

5. Comb my hair, as if straightening the strands will straighten the problem.

6. Look at my toenails and notice how they have been poorly taken cared of lately.

7. wish that I have lots of money to splurge for shopping

8. Wish that I have a yellow Porsche, a red Jaguar or a black Chevy Suburban.

9. wish that I am in New Zealand, Switzerland or Tokyo

10. Wish that I don’t have the reasons to do/think of numbers 1-9

10. Wish that someone will understand me and stay by my side even if I am not the best me.