Can't a Girl Dream?

There is so much more to life than the hustle and bustle of daily activities. As far as I can remember my life has always moved at full speed ahead, with some awkward curves and a few forks in the road, but never a slowing point. Sure I've been stalled by railroad crossing and bad weather, but I have never pulled over to the side to take a rest.

I've never gone on an actual trip, non-business related of course. I've never relaxed by the pool side, or sipped Martinis on a sandy beach. How I dream of that day.

I need for my soul to be fed. I crave the excitement of surprise. The taste of a sweet delightful night of rest. Even a pedicure would be nice, maybe a little breakfast in bed. A delicious candle lit bath, prepared for me with a glass of white wine. So I close my eyes, "I wish, I wish with all inside, to find a place where I can hide".

As quickly as I can dream, I am reminded of my responsibilities and the guilt of the pleasure of my fantasy skips through my head.

Can't a girl dream?

I will find a way to treat myself to something nice before 2011 chimes in and another year has passed me by.

Any suggestions?