Plans

I had a twenty year plan and everything was going well, until the day it ended with the ringing of a bell. I had a ten year plan once, though I had hoped for more like fifteen. It feels like it ended abruptly, like I got stuck somewhere in between. I had a four year…

Pivot

Life is a series of pivots – normal to new normal to normal to new normal. Losing Duke this week has been extremely difficult. My biggest worry over the past few weeks and months has been the thought that I might miss being there to say the final goodbye to another best friend. Having been…

Duke

Hiking boots, brown; dress pants, white; Polo shirt, black; the clothes I wore on the day we lost what can never come back. Breathing, difficult; body, inflamed; he felt his pain and we were feeling the same. Floor, despondent; Fur, thick; there should be more gray for my hands to pick. Drive, short; parking, long;…

Just a cup

Here’s the thing about emotional voids – games you were playing are no longer fun, the food you were eating no longer tastes the same, people you love don’t seem to love you as much, and it feels like nothing matters. No, I’m not describing depression. Depression would be a downward turn, this is a…