So, someone pressed fast forward on my time these days!
Doing really well. And doing lots of thinking. But only have a few seconds, so won't bore you until later!
Managed to buy a small compact car, keep cat from biting the vet and prep dad for surgery and hospital stay. Everything should go smoothly.
A strange question (feeling?) popped up in my head and hear: I am supposed to text xSO a picture once I got the car. I haven't yet. And....I can't explain why....I am not really sure I want to. Am I just out of practice being the initiator? I miss what used to be, but this nit-picky random stuff seems so pointless to me.
Did anyone else get surprised by themselves like this? I learned detachment when dealing with an alcoholic but this feels different somehow. I wish I could describe it. Can you miss the person they were and yet at the same time be extremely wary of the person they have become?
Hope everyone finds a bit of sunshine today, even though I know some of you are having a hard day. Even on cloudy days, the sun has the potential to shine.
