the things I cannot change
Friday, word came down that the Unit’s return has been delayed. As in, my donut of misery is totally messed up now. Thanks a lot. As if the past couple of weeks haven’t dragged by slow enough, now I have to add another week or more to the wait. Will he even be home by the end of January? Not so sure anymore.
Technically, it’s only a few more days, but it might as well be an eternity. It’s not at all like waiting for a special occasion, or waiting for the circus to come, or even waiting for a baby to arrive. It’s like waiting for your life to be pieced back together again. And Friday had me staring at the calendar, wondering if those seven consecutive little squares could finally make me lose my mind.
Then for no good reason, I took a paint brush and scribbled on the wall in the kitchen. Not even going to defend this atrocity. It will have to be sanded and painted over soon, but I can’t deny it was therapeutic. Everyone deals differently. In retrospect, I admit I have a bad habit of inflating these situations until they simply explode inside me. Hopefully I can accept this is one of those things I simply cannot change, before I run out of walls to write on.