A turn of events Sunday night and with it came a sense of direction and purpose. Monday a day of introspection, calm and contentment, a sense of wellbeing missing from my life these past few weeks.
Home that evening to shower, dine and retire early with a book, to sleep peacefully, deeply, well. Happy I may not have been, but relieved, content I was.
Tuesday afternoon and a change in the wind, bringing me back by evening to square one; cumulating in a cry of the lost and despair, a feeling of having stepped back into a trap. I do not think I can do this in spite of me trying to follow my head over my heart.
Time will tell….