insomniacs diary part 1
Tuesday, December 16
"But oh, how this old moon wanes. It lingers like a step dame or a dowager..."
amsnd
300am. Lately I find myself staring up at the ceiling for 3 or so hours hoping to catch a few winks before the 530am alarm. Tonight it was 100am. I have decided to get back to writing after a long break. Kids happen, divorce, boyfriends, breakups, work, death. It makes it difficult to want to put anything down in a place that others may read it.
Still, for the past few weeks I have been contemplating exercising the part of my brain that enjoys expression. It must be in a place of privacy and solitude.
This seems to be the place.
The thoughts that keep me up deal with a deep sense of betrayal and denial.
No, men and women cannot be friends. Or maybe I have just been around too many men who were wanting more than friendship. It can be complicated.
My 45th birthday is coming up this week. Seems like a good time to make necessary changes and start fresh.
I am excited to share my upcoming adventures and fears with you. God knows I cannot do that with the person whom I was to trust with my deepest secrets.
o.k. I should really turn in.
"But oh, how this old moon wanes. It lingers like a step dame or a dowager..."
amsnd
300am. Lately I find myself staring up at the ceiling for 3 or so hours hoping to catch a few winks before the 530am alarm. Tonight it was 100am. I have decided to get back to writing after a long break. Kids happen, divorce, boyfriends, breakups, work, death. It makes it difficult to want to put anything down in a place that others may read it.
Still, for the past few weeks I have been contemplating exercising the part of my brain that enjoys expression. It must be in a place of privacy and solitude.
This seems to be the place.
The thoughts that keep me up deal with a deep sense of betrayal and denial.
No, men and women cannot be friends. Or maybe I have just been around too many men who were wanting more than friendship. It can be complicated.
My 45th birthday is coming up this week. Seems like a good time to make necessary changes and start fresh.
I am excited to share my upcoming adventures and fears with you. God knows I cannot do that with the person whom I was to trust with my deepest secrets.
o.k. I should really turn in.
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