I hate the previews at the beginning of movies. I'd really prefer to walk into the theater just in time for the movie to start so I don't have to sit through them.
But oh, spring break. You are an enchanting preview of summer.
It's times like these that I stop feeling sorry for myself (because I vehemently contend that teachers are expected to cram 12 months of work into 10 and are paid for 10) and I start feeling sorry for my 9-5 friends (because they get no spring break at all).
This week has been positively blissful.
I am staying up late and sleeping in late. I am pretending that the homemade meals my mom has made have no calories at all. I am running outside for the sheer enjoyment of it, not because it is a part of a stressful, regimented exercise routine. I wear pajamas until it is absolutely necessary to change out of them. I watch stupid reruns on TLC - just because I can. I take time to call my friends on the phone and cannot wait to do more QT with friends and family this week.
I am currently sitting on my back porch in a two-piece, diet coke in hand, soaking up some rays. This is the life.
When I walk on the beach I like to pick up seashells and hold them in my hands.
This week I am picking up summer-esque moments and am holding them in my heart.
Now I know:
If spring break is a preview, I can't wait to see the whole movie.
