They had sworn a blood vow to never let go of each other and had done the things that they could to ensure that it would last.
But that was then and this is now.
Life is nothing but a series of moments in time set against the backdrop of the people who share them. It was a lesson that Johnny had learned all too well. There had been moments of triumph and moments of tragedy. He had tales of sorrow, had gained and garnered more than a few scars.
That is what happens when you live and love. Sometimes you come out of these moments feeling like you are a one armed boxer punching at the breeze and sometimes you come out carrying the grand prize. The trick and the challenge lies in recognizing those moments for what they are.
I wrote those words on a different blog many years ago, but they feel familiar today so they have been unpacked and aired out.
Something is off today, something isn’t right and I am a bit off center but I haven’t quite figured out the how or why of it.
The not knowing irks me more than the feeling because if I understood it I might find it easier to let it come and pass over/through me.
My best guess is it is tied into the ample pile of stuff I have on my plate now.
A Sunday Morning Special
Texas has been a mixed bag so far and while I have no regrets about making the move it has been more challenging than I expected.
There are things happening that I didn’t anticipate that have created some significant bumps in the road and that may be the primary source of my distress.
Those unsought and unexpected hiccups have me shaking my head wondering how they crept up on me.
Did excitement blind me or were they just part of stuff I never could have anticipated, moments that just happen.
The best-laid plans often go astray.
Or maybe this feeling of bleah is tied into the list of chores I have to do and my desire not to spend Sunday cleaning and washing.
Sometimes it is easier to think about starting over than trying to clean up, clear up and clear out.
I have made a point to remind myself and to think about whether this is a real storm or just a cloud that is covering my sunlight.
Not going to lie and say it is as easy as that and that with the snap of my fingers all the stress just disappears because it isn’t and it doesn’t.
But I can say the benefit of taking the time to write, sift and sort through it all has had the desired effect of clearing up a few things.
Guess I ought to hit the cleaning for a bit and then go hit the gym and see if that doesn’t clear up the rest of this Sunday Morning Special.