I awoke at 4am to the call of my middle aged bladder.
I should have turned around and gone back to sleep once the call was answered.
Yet, I am here. Reading old blog posts alternating between wiping tears and laughing as I read what was captured moments of my past.
I have been in some sort of holding pattern since the death of EWO. Time seems suspended. I am living in it and enjoying many things...but feel...like I'm waiting for something.
Perhaps it is a good sign that I feel myself slowly wake from this numbing living slumber.
Baby steps...back into life.
8 years ago