Eventually, You Get Good At Starting Over… Again
Yes, life goes on and the next thing you know it’s been at least five years since you’ve hit post.
Yes, life goes on and the next thing you know you’re staring 48 smack dab in the middle of the face and you can’t believe you’ve filled out the paperwork for your babygirl to go to junior high, and well, gained back almost all the weight you lost way back when.
Yes, life goes on and you can’t help but marvel that wildsweetboy is still alive, and actually thriving and your family has expanded by two. They’re furry but oharetheyjoy. Yes, life goes on.
This girl promised herself two days ago that on her 48th birthday she would do the work to start writing again. I gave it up because the story became too hard to tell, because even though life goes on, there’s bumps, and dark places, and changes I’d rather not experience much less process through written word. But then, there’s the good stuff too, love that lasts, kids that grow, hope that never, ever fails.
Well, #48 is here and I’m starting over.
I hope I don’t regret this.