Defying Gravity

I left work promptly at 5:00 yesterday, something that normally doesn't happen. BUT I was cooking dinner and wanted to have plenty of time, plus I had to run to the store to get some last minute ingredients.

While I was at the market running frantically down the isles trying to figure out what I needed so I could get out the door as fast as possible, I walked past the flower section. Normally when I am in a rush, I do not take the time to stop "and smell the roses" but that is exactly what I did! I pulled my cart over and perused the flower display. They were so pretty and smelled delicious. So I made an impulsive decision to buy a bouquet of roses... for myself! Now normally that is something that I would never do, you don't buy flowers for yourself.... BUT WHY NOT?? I decided to throw that learned thought out. If I want flowers, I am going to buy flowers. (I had this little thought battle in my head before I actually put them in my cart).

It was funny, at the market, the checker asked who I was buying the flowers for. When I told her myself, she made a face. When I came home with an arm full of roses, the individual members of my family asked who sent me flowers. When I told each of them I bought them myself, they each made a face (not even sure if they knew I noticed, or noticed that they even made a face).

But for me, buying those flowers almost felt liberating in some strange way. Although the liberating part probably came from the song I heard when I got in my car to drive home from the market; Defying Gravity. I've never really payed attention to the lyrics before (I could always sing them, but I never really listened).

-S

***For all of those wondering how my dinner turned out, it was delicious!***

Safety Deposit Box

A secret holds a heavy burden on those that know it; especially on those that like to tell secrets.

I have a secret that I keep from the world. Most days I keep it from myself, distracted by the day to day mundane tasks of life. But it is in those rare moments when the air is quiet, when it is still, and it feels as if nothing else but you and your thoughts exist, that is when a secret slinks its way out of the darkness. Slowing making its way up your body, desperately seeking an ear where it can whisper its truth and unleash its destruction.

-S