Most days, I truly don’t know where all the words come from. They pour out of me. I don’t have to look for something to say or struggle mightily for a way to say it.
Yesterday was different. It was a battle, every waking moment. A wave of unease descended with suddenness, and it stole my words.
I figured it’d pass and went on with my day. I wrangled the dogs, showered, and worked in the cabin awhile. I decided to get a head start on the kitchen sink by temporarily installing the faucet — and not only did that fail, but I couldn’t understand quite why. I walked away from it.
I did a load of laundry. That went well.
The feeling didn’t pass. Words didn’t come.
Days like that puzzle me more than they trouble me. I respond by heightening my awareness of the good things all around me.
Now I know what you’re thinking — it must have something to do with my divorce, right? Or being alone, maybe?
No.
I did field a question Sunday night about whether or not I’m open to reconciliation, should an olive branch be offered to me. My only reaction was laughter.
And I didn’t dwell on it. There is no longing. This life is my own.
Monday was just one of those days. I’m only human, after all.
It’s still great to be here.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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