I’m finally starting to feel like Marilynn again. It’s nice. Just one day at a time. Each day has it’s struggles but it’s getting better. -xoxoxo
I used to be able to write just like that. Not anymore. It seems as though my creativity took a vacation and never came back. I get little moments of good ideas and things to write that are clever, but not too often. Hopefully it will come back soon.
I’ve noticed that since the death of my dad’s dog Lucy and now our cat that we’ve had for about 15 years dying last night that life is obviously too short. I just saw her sleeping next to the couch last night before I left, and she moved around to get more comfortable and went back to sleep. I didn’t get to say goodbye, but my dad always says that “Goodbye” is forever. He also has a tattoo next to three skulls that represent his mom, dad and baby brother that says, “Never say goodbye, just goodnight.”
I know I’ll have to deal with the fact that eventually I’ll have to deal with more death and grieving. Not today. That’s all that matters right now.
So maybe I should get the fuck off of the computer and go enjoy the company of my loved ones.
Sounds like a plan to me.
Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via 13neighbors)