When you think of lunch, what do you think of? Soup and salad, BLT, hamburger, and fries? For me, when I think of lunch I think of a variety of foods and a break from my daily routine. However, on Sunday evenings, when I think of lunch, I am reminded that it is the start of another work week. Tomorrow is a holiday for many Chicagoans. We celebrate Casimir Pulaski Day and therefore have a break from our normal routines. Tonight, I won’t have to prepare a lunch to take to work tomorrow and for some reason, that break in my normal routine brings me a simple joy that overflows from my Sunday into Monday. Perhaps it is the mundane things in life that hold us captive. Captive to our routines or cemented in our reality, I am not sure I know the difference. Isn’t it funny how when you vacate the normal things you do in life, even the simple ones like making lunch, it suddenly feels like a vacation?
Hoy quiero escribir sobre Gloria Anzaldúa. Un poeta, una feminista y un erudito. Hoy leí una cita de ella que nunca antes había notado escrita en una pared en mi trabajo. Esta noche encontré una poema que toca mi alma. Gloria escribió que el lenguaje es una frontera para todos. Una frontera que todos debemos cruzar para definir quiénes somos. Los libros salvaron mi cordura, el conocimiento me abrió lugares que había cerrado y me enseñó primero a sobrevivir y luego a cómo volar.
Right there with you LeeAnne!!! Loved not having to worry about it and the break in routine is so refreshing!
ReplyDelete