my sadness tastes like whisky

My head is flipping between a past that’s done, and an unobtainable future, with a side order of far away.  It’s easier than dealing with present reality, but it’s not getting me anywhere.   I need to stop dreaming, and get on with here and now.  For the kids’ sake.  They deserve better, frankly.

Monday morning can only be an improvement, for all of us.

 

 

 

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