Ten.Eight Hundred & Forty-One
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Thank goodness for sons who bake muffins the night before thus relieving you from any pressure to make a breakfast this morning.
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Looking for the light.
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How is it that the last 30 minutes always goes by so much fast than the first 90 minutes?
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We are slowed to a stop and so I grab my phone to take a picture. There is nothing there but a big oak tree and a hill and the sky. But in this moment it seems worthy of capturing.
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I know my head is not where it should be. I am here but I am not.
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She gets the kind of text that no mother every wants to recieve.
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Then I realize that the only person who is working on this is me. Which is not a problem. It’s just that I think it will be me and me only doing this one particular thing that I really am not very good at. No. Not that I couldn’t be good at it, it’s just that it’s outside of my comfort zone.
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It’s almost November.
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I realize that really, I just miss my friends. All of them. I remember telling her that I think I’m going to be okay this winter because I work in an office and I’ll be around people and that they’re nice people. But the truth is that I miss my friends. There isn’t anyone yet that can just come over for coffee or check out the yoga class at the YMCA, or eat lunch at the tea house.
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I let myself feel it all.