Bruce Springsteen

So picture this. I am standing in my kitchen, washing my Sunday dishes. Yes - exciting, I know. The superbowl half time show is on. Bruce Springsteen is playing in the background.

I love Bruce Springsteen. Have since I drove to Toronto with my dad when I was young, and all we listened to was Greatest Hits.

So Bruce starts singing 'Born to Run' and it hits me - this is me. I was born to run. So, I go into my room, throw a few clothes in a bag & grab my toothbrush. I'm out the door before I can even think about it, and I'm in the car driving. I don't even know which direction I'm going to go - I just know that I want to run. That's all I want to do. That's all I've ever wanted to do. That's the only thing I will be happy doing.

I need to get out of here - this place is stifling my creativity. It's holding me back. Everything I do is so calculated, so contrite.

Flashback to the kitchen. Instead of packing that bag, I stand, letting the hot water run over my hands and I think about how I have a dentist appointment in the morning that I can't miss - because as of March 1st, my benefits are cut back. I have a conference call this week and a few super important things to take care of at the office. On top of that - I have a bunch of jobs coming up and clients that are depending on me. Top it off with a rent payment, a car payment, and some major bills, and let's face it - I'm not going anywhere.

Bruce starts singing 'Glory Days' and it all hits me - I don't want to be that person. Glory Days - well they'll pass you by. Glory days... in the blink of a young girls eye.

Where are my glory days going? I want them back. I need to reclaim them - because right now they are fleeting, and in the future - who knows if they'll even be glorious.

The game is resuming... and I hate football.