gone with the wind?

so, sometimes i feel like Ashley after the War passes him by*, leaving him yearning for the glow in a life that was. other times i feel like i may have more spunk than that. and my salvation isn't far away, only as much longer than a year as i want to make it. lazy vs scared is the eternal battle .

other times i catch myself singing the song of the elite tribe of the gainfully employed - 'i haaaate mondaaaayyyy'... and grin. at these times, if i were the humble type, i'd thank my stars.

so it goes, rum te tum no more. let's see if there are other rhythms.

*Mitchell, M. "Gone with the Wind". US: Macmillan, 1936