Hawaii blues continue

I'm at work sitting in front of my pc, looking a the long list of meetings I have today, which I will need to try desperately not to microsleep through...

I'm at work sitting in front of my pc, looking outside observing the office people in the building across the way, wishing I was looking at the ocean and palm trees...

I'm at work sitting in front of my pc, looking at my cup of coffee and realize that the cup is half empty, and I'm double gutted cause I'm wishing I was drinking a coffee bean tea latte...

I'm at work sitting in front of my pc, being a sad sack in my suit and heels, wishing I was in my bikini on a beach in Hawaii.

I need another holiday. Apologies for the whine-age.

i heart Jason Mraz

I am completely and totally in love with Jason Mraz... Its like my life mission to meet him... I don't really know what I would do if that actually happened. I would possibly have some sort of fit. hahahaha and I still love him even though he is performing this song with some completely random back up dancers which seem so out of context for this song.... Anyways i guess thats how they roll in Brazil

“I left my heart in Hawaiiiii…. There on a a beach it calls to me”

So a gf and I just came back from our Hawaii trip and I have some serious post Hawaii blues. There is something about this place that felt like a perfect fit. I don't know if its just because yes, I was on holidays and yes, I was totally relaxed, but I think that in many ways Hawaii has a lifestyle that I would love for myself in a parallel universe.

It was amazing to wake up every morning and not to have a care in the world. And to meet people who just live for the beach, the sun and the next wave was amazingly refreshing as the water we swam in everyday we were there.

Waking up to the warm air and beautiful palm trees made me feel energised and alive. Looking forward to a new adventure was what we lived for and it makes me question why I couldn't live like that everyday. Am I being unrealistic? I mean I have always been a dreamer, but for whatever reason… there is something about Hawaii that has made me want to chase a new dream…

I would love to move there, learn how to surf and teach random tourists whilst trying not to drown them (or them drown me ;)….).

I could become a hula dancer, wear coconuts and grass skirts everyday- Forget about my suits and heels…

I could take people out on that booze cruise every day and watch the sunset- Forget about my coffee meetings & watching my computer shut down.

I even had a friend suggest that I could be a card dealer- Forget about dealing and negotiating business.

Such tempting offers, when compared to my 8 to 5, some days 8 to 8- desk job which I was so sure I was passionate about 2 weeks ago. Today was my first day back at work, I made it through ok. Mopy, but managed to fit in a smile or two… I may have to wear my bikini under my clothes tomorrow just to get me through.

Anyways, I really need to shake it off…

But I did say to my boy that if I felt like this after a month we need to move to Hawaii, get married and plan to raise our surfer babies. He was happy to oblige ofcourse, however I am sure he thinks that this is another one of my momentary lapses of sanity haha… So we’ll see in a month.

Oh Hawaii blues- woe is me...