Did you get the joke in the title? Is it a mistake? Is it on purpose? Hmmm… Call it a Freudian Slip if you like. My eldest Millennial and I were talking about a bit of writers’ block I was having for this post when the conversation turned to my often oddball sense of humor.
I find this interesting. I’ve taken care of things and others most of my adult life. Now with the transition underway things are changing. I’m so used to taking care of my guys. Then I come home and I’m alone. What? No one to take care of?…Is that relief?…Is that panic? I meander around the house wondering what I need to do. I wonder what’s left for me.
I was hoping to do more with the blog during the last month. Obviously that didn’t happen. May tends to be super busy. We had a graduation and an engagement along with birthdays and other holidays. All happy things but, the darker side of my life was very present. This is the side I try to conceal, the pain side of my life. I have been dealing with chronic pain for thirteen years now. Pain frustrates me because it gets in my way.