Dirty Mind Dump

Last night I felt so high, inspired and free which spilled over in to my dreams. So why then did I wake to feel as though I have been tied behind horses and dragged through the dirt for 47 miles?

You know, that fine dusty dirt that paints your skin a beautiful tone and color. The kind of dirt that you find floating on top of your shoes after you’ve been hiking all day or at a ball park. The kind that makes you feel dirty and your eyes dry and itchy. The kind of dirt that you don’t really notice on your hands until you see the condensation from your water bottle turn the color of pond water.

Although, it is the most satisfying dirt to wash off in the shower. I guess that’s because you can seemingly watch as the day goes down the drain leaving you with the sense of a fresh new beginning.

Maybe I should go shower.