Heartache is a funny thing it arrives without a knock. It just jumps in and parks right smack dab in the middle of your solar plexus. Today I had a mild attack in my walk-in clothes closet and it stayed with me until about 20 minutes in to my spin class. Tripp Doherty was my tonic today and without the Zen of spin I might be alone on an island looking for sugar plum fairies.
I have to concentrate on the work that I do and produce because there are still three people in my care even though my atom has been split. Obligations I will always fulfill and no one need worry that I would leave those that loved me in a lurch. Some might have a different opinion but what other people think about me is none of my business.
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