The pulse of the day. Yesterday. Waking up to where I am. My time no longer defined by a 9 to 5. Just like I always wanted. Except I have to lose David to lose the whole 9 to 5. Again, I am a scholar. Of which I have always been envious. Except I study to make life better for my little one and others like her. And I am completely sure that I want a housemate, an adult to bounce off of on a casual basis. Except my house is too small.
But I am learning.
The day is carved to accommodate Julia's school day and soon my course load. We cuddle in bed at night, not reading but watching some of a movie. I am making it up as we go along. When it does not terrify me, I revel in the new day, the creation of my reality.
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