Blue Sunday.
I am without partner. This is a temporary state but one that finds me unmoored. I know that my continuing purpose is tied to my partner, but I am becoming more aware of the state of emptiness that persists without her. It is difficult. It is a reminder that my ‘self’ has long been focused around football, video games, and bad TV. In absence of her I fall into all three and into reading audiobooks. The last is a better use of time. Writing has long served as a mooring and even a purpose, so who am I if I am not writing? Perhaps the answer is to write or at least to recognize why I am not writing.
Some Thoughts:
- I need to exercise like now. I was running around on the field on Saturday and it felt like I was trying to murder my weak heart. I think I need to do something to start rebuilding stamina and making sure I don’t actually die.