Reoccurring Robert Frost Moment

I’m sitting at my computer right now feeling gross. Probably because I am whitening my teeth with a box of Crest Whitening Strips that I found lying around on my dresser. (Do I get anything for the product placement? No? Great.)

Lately I feel like I never have a rest from my thoughts. And not just the average oh I’m daydreaming all day type of thoughts. Please. Those would be a welcomed relief right now. My brain honestly feels like it hasn’t taken a break in months. Every time I catch my reflection, my brows are always knitted together and I look confused and irritated. It’s not a good look.

Even now, as I catch a glance of myself in my floor length mirrors, my brows are all scrunched together. I look like I can't solve a Wheel of Fortune prize puzzle. Or I’m trying to figure out how much change to give someone who gave me $21 for a bill of $11.86.

So many thoughts….

Ever wish you could just take a vacation from yourself. Just a day to stop thinking and worrying and wondering about Every. Single. Little. Details. Of. My. Life. It would be so nice to have a mini-mind vacation. I almost typed vaycay, then I realized only middle aged, slightly alcoholic women use that term to describe and justify why they need to go to Cancun for the week.

I can’t describe what my thoughts entail. Not because they're too personal. Please. I’m pretty sure everyone knows my ass smells primarily like stale popcorn. I digress. My thoughts bounce from one thing to another and mix and knot and get stuck together like peanut butter on the roof of your mouth.

I’m pretty sure I’m having a Robert Frost Crisis.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

I just wish I knew what road was less traveled. Stupid thoughts. I need a fish filet.