A tale.

I’m lost:

She’s still in her nighty for heavens sake, why will she not get dressed? We should have been on the road an hour ago, we’ll be late and… oh I give up. Get dressed and come on, we must go.

Okay, finally we’re on our way. She’s not speaking to me and I don’t have any idea about where we’re going, just a general destination, no specific directions, she knows them and of course she’s not speaking to me.

Anyway, I’ll keep going and hope the place is well signposted. That’s it I’m lost now, this isn’t the place, it’s a bloody racetrack miles from anywhere. We’ll never get there at this rate, stop sulking and help!

Found it! At last now what? Trying to check in but the desk clerk just looks at me. Am I speaking in a language he doesn’t understand or is he just being a dick?

Dammit, I wish I’d never agreed to this trip. Now I’ll have to hump this blasted holdall around all day until someone will check us in. For heaven’s sake, why do I have to do everything myself?

I’m sick of all this, I just want to be…

What? The alarm clock is ringing, a dream is all it was. Thank heavens for that, I was back in an old life where I was angry all the time for no reason and made those around me miserable because of my moods and attitude.

Those days are done now, I’m much more sanguine about life and the large holdall, the baggage I carried about and blamed the rest of the world for I’ve put away for good. I’m easier to get along with and don’t recognise the person in that dream any longer.

So, I was lost, now I know where I am. I was angry and frustrated and now I’m not. Life can still throw things at me, as it does at us all, but I will handle that and be a better man. I’m glad it was just a dream, realistic as it seemed.

Now that dream has exorcised the ghosts. I’ve laid the baggage down and I’m sorry I was so insufferable, time for me to move on and concentrate on being better and resolve to never be the person that I was before.