So here I am…34 years old. Navigating through life without direction. Raising two kids, working in a grown up job, and recently lost my dad. Writing has always been a bit therapeutic to me. I figure Id give it a try again to work through some grief. Hell its better than binge drinking or getting a motorcycle or a face tattoo or whatever myriad of midlife crises I could be getting into it.
Life is broken up into chapters. It seems like the chapters are flying fast and furious the last few years. Sometimes all I can do is close my eyes and hang on and hope I get to wherever I am going safely. And who knows the destination right? They say its all about the ride. Sometimes I could use the ride to be a little bit quieter.
I think losing a parent forces you to be a grown up…eek Im so not ready. Ready or not, here it comes. And so it goes and goes and goes. Life forges on.