Waking Up

12f9ecc66274339ffe0e0a82a2873ca6On the day I got back to myself, I’d forgotten who she was. I’ve settled back into my skin with comfort and unfamiliarity. This is not the body I’d left. Age and sickness have taken their told. I’m heavier; I bear the marks of new medications, of alcohol, of sitting and sitting and going days without taking a step. But like a repainted house, the shapes of things are still the same. I find, to my astonishment, that I can still find way around in the dark.

 

It’s strange to tell yourself hello, especially after such a long absence. But the remarkable feeling is one of peace. I might leave again—god knows it could happen. But now I know the truth. I’ll be waiting for me. And when I’m back, I’ll have the joy of rediscovery. You never have to find yourself alone.

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Six Years Ago Today, I Posted This

On the first day of writing, my true muse gave to me
A book that I really must read
On the second day of writing, my true muse gave to me
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the third day of writing my true muse gave to me
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
And a book that I really must read
On the fourth day of writing my true muse gave to me
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the fifth day of writing my true muse gave to me
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the sixth day of writing, my true muse gave to me
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the seventh day of writing my true muse gave to me
Seven deadlines looming
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read!
On the eighth day of writing, my true muse gave to me
Eight chores a-waiting
Seven deadlines looming
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the ninth day of writing my true muse gave to me
Nine Starbucks serving
Eight chores a-waiting
Seven deadlines looming
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the tenth day of Christmas my true muse gave to me
Ten cats a-meowing
Nine Starbucks serving
Eight chores a-waiting
Seven deadlines looming
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the eleventh day of writing, my true muse gave to me
Eleven debtors phoning
Ten cats a-meowing
Nine Starbucks serving
Eight chores a-waiting
Seven deadlines looming
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
and a book that I really must read
On the twelfth day of writing my true muse gave to me
Twelve piles of laundry
Eleven debtors phoning
Ten cats a-meowing
Nine Starbucks serving
Eight chores a-waiting
Seven deadlines looming
Six shops a-calling
FIVE YOUTUBE LINKS
Four broken clocks
Three French baguettes
Two brand new pens
AND A BOOK THAT I REALLY MUST…….. REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAD!
*Thunderous Applause*