So it's not that early. The sun is coming up. The kids are still asleep.
We all have the day off. I will try to listen to BAI's daylong tribute to Dr. King.
They always do a good one.
I've been away from blogland this week. I haven't even read very much.
There's too much going on in my head and I'm distracted and restless.
It's all good, though. Nothing too crazy. Just a whole lot of intensity.
And a whole lot of Unbloggable
I'm single. For good.
I've been through far worse. This is OK. Really not bad at all.
It's almost good in a really masochistic fucked up kinda way just kidding
It's actually liberating. I feel a sense of freedom that I've never felt before.
But I continue to ask for understanding and clarity and for the obstacles to be removed.
I try not to push and plow through in order to get what I think I want.
I remind myself to breathe and un-hunch my shoulders and stop clenching my teeth.
Cause that shit's giving me a goddam headache.
For the most part, it's working.
I've been in a fully committed relationship for almost 20 years.
And more than half of it was so unbelievably awesome.
We thought we were invincible. We thought we'd grow old together.
We thought we'd retire and spend our golden years driving around the country in a winnebago.
Seriously. That's what we thought.
We never ever dreamed that life and genetics and brain chemistry could sneak up on us and knock us on our asses and change us to the point that there could be no more Winnebago Dream. No more Chica and Brucie
But we've always been solid solid solid Friends. Really good friends.
Can Tell almost Anything To friends.
We know each other really well.
We are friends again still. And it hasn't taken years to get here. Only weeks.
the Universe is Abundant
Nancy at Away We Go wrote a beautiful piece about The Smog in our lives.
We are the blessed ones for whom the smog illuminates.
Listen to Dr. King today if you get a chance. Streaming on wBAI.org.