"But I believe good things happen everyday. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen.
And I believe on a happy day like today, we can still feel a little sad. And that's life, isn't it?"
I'm kind of exhausted tonight- physically and emotionally. I had three carloads of stuff moved from my dad's house to Sky's apartment. I suppose I am home. (*To catch up the new readers: My husband [Sky] and I had something happen in our marriage that left me no choice but to move out for a time. I had been living at my dad's. We're working on things and trying to stay together.)
I cannot pretend that this was a happy-go-lucky day. I'm still concerned about things, and I am not fully reassured yet. I'm glad that we're seemingly going forward, but my heart was nonetheless confused about all of this. Topping it off with various annoyances at people and problems out of our hands, and I am sinking into the couch tonight, looking like a puddle of a girl.
Amelia went to bed early, and I'm hoping to spend the evening watching something mindless on TV and sipping some extremely low class Riesling. I don't know how to name the emotions I'm feeling, and I don't really want to try. I'm not deliriously happy or dangerously low. Maybe I'm just here, and that's enough for now.
The boxes are staying packed tonight, and the clothes will probably end up on the floor instead of my closet. That's all right. I had an excessive amount of pizza, a glorious hot shower, and Amelia decided to debut her newest talent of scooting across the floor to end up on the other side of the room from where she started. Those are all good things, and that's what I will let myself drift off to sleep with tonight.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow is a blank upon which anything can be written.
2 kind comments from you:
Have a glass for me! I hope tomorrow is a better day for you and don't worry about those boxes, they'll find their place when they're good and ready too :)
Beautiful. Sounds like a good plan to me.
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