I am…
Inexplicably sad lately. I don’t know if it’s the sad songs I hear, the sad movies I see, that I miss my best friend, that I still am not over the screwing I took from someone I thought was a friend, that I’m having to deal with my very manic and bi-polar sister, that I’m burned out with my profession, that gas prices suck, that I have friends fighting a war that makes no sense, that my baby started school and my oldest is a freaking sixth grader. Hell, today I got sad thinking that in just a matter of a couple of years she will begin her journey into the land of broken hearts. There’s one thing worse than a broken heart and that’s thinking about your child having a broken heart. Nothing quite touches the depth of that sadness. It’s unusual for me to be melancholy, but it seems I’ve been on the verge of tears all week. Tonight I stood in the card aisle of Wal Mart and cried because of a card that reminded me of my friend that when she moved away I felt like a piece of me went, too. I know it will pass but for the time being, my heart hurts.
