I truly can’t believe my life. There are so many twists and turns that I feel dizzy just thinking about it all. The things that have happened over the course of the last 18 years…extremely giddy highs and soul crushing lows…have me taking a bit of a walk down memory lane. Things that I said all those years ago haunt me sometimes. I want to write words, so many words, but I am also scared to death to write some of them. I think about what I want from life, what I currently have, and what I am dreading, because there is definite dread on a major scale. I’m going to have to have some therapy over that one.
I’ve been listening to books on Audible lately. I tried to join a book club, but the first two sessions ended up being a wash on me being able to attend so instead of reading the book club books, I started reading lesbian romance novels. They make me miss flirting and butterflies and sweetness. That’s really it though. The thought of being in a relationship sounds exhausting. I’m working full time and raising a tiny human again. The idea of even trying to be in a relationship is more than my poor self can handle.
And then tonight, I was wanting to take a trip down memory lane and reread some of the old poetry I’ve written. I found the notebook from high school and one from college, but the notebook from the early 2000’s isn’t anywhere to be found. And then I realized that another little journal that was always in my nightstand is also missing. I don’t know that I’ve had it at the house I currently live in. I haven’t written much in the last couple of years, but I knew it had some quotes that I loved in it and it’s nowhere to be found. It wouldn’t have meant anything to anyone else…
Just as I was typing that last sentence, I had a tiny niggling feeling of one more place I could look. And my beautiful red hardback notebook was found. Gotta go read some poetry.
I originally wrote this two months ago. I forgot to hit publish, but I decided it went with the monthly theme of poetry so I’m publishing it now.


