Went to a wake for a neighbor. Line was all around the inside of Morton's. Made me think about Dad’s funeral.
And that thought started me off on another train.
I thought moving out of the trailer and into the basement would cure me of my problems. I would have space to put all my stuff and get rid of my depression and become who I wanted to be.
And then Dad died.
So, I thought after “mourning” for a year, I was ready to start living. I was going to wait for the new year to start. It was a new decade after all.
I was so hopeful on January 1st, 2020.
You know how that year turned out.
Last night I sat and wrote and all the shit that was in me for the past few weeks was gone. I have hope and plans for the new year. Get my books out, with a notebook, and start studying.
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