It is, it really, really is. Things change, things end and begin. Tiny flickers of hope appear in places where you never expected to see them. I have much to talk about and no time to do so. This is merely a promise to myself . . . I will write and I will think and I will learn. I have notes to myself everywhere.
“Write something, dammit!”
I will. But for now, I am having a girl’s weekend, and it’s time to go get something to eat.
I’m heading out for a haircut and then heading to lunch with a friend. Then I’m driving to my cousin’s for a night of wine and more friends. I miss my son already, especially when he cries as I leave. It hurts my heart. But I need some time for me, too. That has been a hard realization to come to as a mother.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I have a few things to explore more thoroughly, but it will have to wait until I return.
In the meantime, my holiday wish for you . . . a sentiment I think we can all get behind.