August.
End of summer.
Back to school.
Time to stop and look around and see where I’m at.
Seven years ago I was recovering from a hysterectomy.
Five years ago I moved out of the city.
Three years ago I was leaning on my friends, struggling thru
everyday in a new reality.
Two years ago I stopped treading water.
Last year?
Last year, I sat in the house I purchased myself and happily
drank terrible whiskey. I had a conversation.
Tonight I'm sitting in my almost perfect farmhouse with MY new-to-me Jeep in the
driveway, drinking 12 year old scotch. Watching Cheers. Happily. Writing again.
Still missing my six.
Still wishing the world was smaller, or I could travel more.
Life flies by.
My eldest starts high school next month.
My littlest starts middle school.
My boy is
taller than I am.
I enjoy my
nine-to-five.
I found a person who makes me happy - a person who only grunts when he feels my cold
feet on him, and pulls me closer in the middle of the night, a person who tells
me when I’m being confusing and humors me when I question everything and squirrel
from project to project.
I have a house I bought myself and a line of baby roses that will eventually be a hedge.
I have family who help every way they can and listen when I feel like talking.
I don’t pretend to know where life is going.
I can’t tell you where I’ll be next year or
who will be next to me.
I can tell you I am going to grab every moment, happy
or not, and live it.
I suggest you do the same.
