Oh, I know there is no such thing as a bad day or a bad week, but it happened.
By Friday, it was at its height.
I tried to escape to an obscure bar for an hour of space, and, of course, it didn’t work.
“Hey! What’s up?”
“Well, I am really not feeling the social scene tonight. I feel like I am in a coma. I need to just sit here and try to make some sense of it all.”
“Ok. I understand.”
I doubt it.
So the weekend continued.
Saturday, more issues.
This time, at home.
Sunday, another round. I feel so sad, I can’t even discuss it.
Well, I am reluctant to venture back into the workplace.
I am torn between what is happening to my life, as I have known it for 30 years, and my work life, which is now going on 50 years.
Hey, Chicken Butt, I say to myself, maybe you ought to give up.
But I can’t.
And I won’t.
Life’s seasons are a challenge, at times.
I just need to live through it, to experience it, and to deal with it.
I just remembered: I have a dental appointment tomorrow.
How very fitting!
Ain’t life grand?