Packed and Ready to Go!

I didn't see it coming. I bought food to cook, packed the SUV with linens to pass on, all I needed to live for 3 days...and I even packed the Keurig for goodness' sake. And here I am. Drowning my sorrows in a Cup of Joe flavored with Wedding Cake creamer. Sigh***

I was meant to be 3 hours into a trip to Tennessee but it was called off in the middle of the night due to illness. My son, the EMT, is always fighting some stray germ he picked up on the job. People don't realize what First Responders battle for us and others. But, that's a tale for later. Today it's about me facing disappointments.

As I struggled to wrangle my wild-eyed body and force it to sleep after the news, the word picture literally hit me between the eyes. That's what my life feels like. Something good will come into it and I'll figuratively prepare to meet it, like going on a long-awaited trip.

And then, bam! The inevitable happens and all of it means nothing. The packing, the preparation, the excitement wiped out without warning. It's just a heap stacked with pieces of a broken dream that I have to brush away. Along with my tears. Then comes the arduous duty of returning everything packed back to its "spot" in my home. A daily reminder of another wish that didn't come true.

This silly keyboard will keep me company. In fact, I've vowed to spend the weekend polishing a book I want to pitch and adding to a new project I started about the sting of empty nesting as a single parent. Thanks for keeping me company, imaginary readers. I can always count on you! Now, I'll lose myself in writing happy endings and dreams come true.