The entire month has been lost. I am not entirely sure where it went, really. It has gone somewhere in a haze of doctor visits, hard decisions, socializing with people I haven’t seen in months, preparing for my vacation to New York City in April and endless streams of soccer games on ESPN.
I feel like I am coming out of it with my eyes fogged up, scratching at them with nails that have grown longer than I anticipated. Something like that man who slept under the tree for a hundred years or however that story goes.
It is hard to describe Broken Nerves in a mouthful and what I am trying to do here, which is likely why I haven’t given it much of a thought in the past few months. In truth, I am trying to deal with a lot of stuff in my own life, hiking over stumbling blocks. I am working the courage up to learn how to drive, I am trying to figure out what I’d like to do with my life, I am helping take care of my Grandmother who has been sick since November and just has not gotten better.
I am trying hard to not sink into the overwhelming prospect of all of this combined. Trying hard to figure out how to put this all in a way. Here. Open, honest and clean.
I’m hoping to be better about things before April. Maybe we will wake up to April 1st with All New Things.