This is where I am going to be in eleven days.
I know. I can hardly believe it myself.
The DanceFloor Tragedy, with all my drama, heartache, work stresses, excessive punctuation, anger, emotional turbulence…. on a paradise Island.
I will cease to exist in this current life form. I am going to morph into something buttery, something tanned and happy. I will be submerged in waters, I will wear silly goggles, float above fishy creatures… I will laze on the beach in humongous sunglasses, I will drink margaritas with my feet in cool white sands. It will be all blue and white and warm and palm trees.
I will forget my name…
