Every night when my son goes to bed, I tell myself I will follow suit shortly. And every night with my 'freedom' achieved, I find more and more useless things to do until 11pm... 12am... 1am?! I have 2 full days left until my surgery. I finally ran all the errands, and bought the things I need. Yet, it feels like that sense of impending doom which always comes from a big change, is hovering over my head. I keep trying to think of what it will be like, knowing full well that I don't, (and can't possibly), know what it will be like. Keeping my head in the current moment is a pain in the ass. This is my first entry on a new blog. I haven't blogged in years now. I guess I'm just hoping it will help me sort out and make sense of all the crap in my head.
Cheers.
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