The loneliest time.
Just before dawn.
Eyes awake.
Mind rerunning memory clips.
Body restless.
Mind rethinking the past days’ events.
Mind reroutes and starts going down rabbit
trails …
Who am I? Where do I stand solo? What is my
solo purpose? How do I move forward solo and still feel like a whole? Why, why,
why???
The thoughts never stop.
A widow finds herself on an emotional
roller-coaster ride in the wee hours of early mornings, just before dawn, when the
rest of the world is still blissfully asleep; and unaware of how quickly change
happens and time – as they know it – can come to a screeching halt.
Reining thoughts in.
Glancing at the clock.
Why is father time creeping so slowly?
And mother nature is so very quiet.
Everything seems out of control: everything
is forever changed.
Watching the clock.
Ears straining.
Hallelujah!
It is time to get up and get busy.
Doing what? Where?
It doesn’t matter!
I just NEED to BE busy.
Busyness has become my closest friend now.
