I’m kind of embarrassed about the day I had yesterday. Be glad you weren’t here to witness it. I don’t really know if anything in particular triggered it or if maybe a dream started the sequence of events. I was probably just tired and feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Whatever it was, it was gone this morning. I slept in until nearly nine a.m. and got up feeling rested and quite refreshed. I made my cup of coffee and wrote in my journal, and started on my to-do list for the day. With the moving timeline and logistics secured, I can now spend a little time on more creative pursuits, like writing.
My last few posts have been pretty depressing. I’m sorry about that. I’ll try to do better.
I have an idea for a story and I just need to get down to writing it rather than keep on making notes and thinking about it. I will make a point to start working on that this week.
I thought about writing a happy poem too, but so far my poetry inspiration only comes when I’m feeling sad. Maybe that will change.
Earlier this month I was able to spend some time with friends I’ve had since high school and I’m so glad I went rather than hiding out at home. Their support and encouragement has really helped. I don’t say this often, but I do feel blessed to have them in my life.
I know I’m not alone, and I also know I’m not the only going through this separation. He’s in my corner, too, and I’m in his. Guess we’re in this together, in an odd sort of way. We’ll get through this and come out as stronger individuals, ready for whatever’s next. It’s going to be all right.