Thus begins a chronical of a very long and draining road trip. Maybe not incredibly long, but it sure did wipe me out. Let’s start with the travel portion–two planes, two cars. Crazy delays. We traveled to and from Colorado to watch the boy play. We barely made it by halftime because the Frontier flight was delayed twice. First time flying Frontier. Last time flying Frontier. I knew it was trending in the wrong direction when we were waiting for take off and smoke rose from the vents and nobody seemed bothered. This is, apparently, ordinary.
The trip wasn’t ordinary. The ex wife was there alongside her sisters. My mom was there. Drama was high. I came to see a game and wound up in an episode of Dallas. I suppose it’s Yellowstone now. I’m tired of drama and sadness. My life appears to orbit such things. I am truly done with the mess of it all. There is so much more to life than what small people find themselves consumed by. I want–nay, NEED, a more complex dopamine hit. Perhaps not even that. Perhaps I just need my dopamine to come in a form that feels healthy.
I so rarely see that in this world I live in.