June 18-19, 2011, The Weekend Edition
“Wish you were here.” I miss. I am well-versed, well-experienced at missing. Yet. It still cuts sharply. Walking forward, because back is not an option. And hoping I walk my way right out of this. Until then. It throbs and I endure. Keep walking.
Grateful for skype and those faces on my screen. Grateful for knowing when to stop and when to go and when to just take a nap. Grateful for the opportunity to say yes and the reminder that I can do this and I can pretend to do it with ease. But also grateful for the text messages that remind me I am not alone.