I had a lot of drive time today, having had a doctor’s appointment in a city about 2 hrs away.
It gave me a lot of time to think, since I like to do these drives & appointments on my own, independent little cuss that I am.
(Pain Management Clinic, went for shots in my hands – yeah, both hands)
I know that I write a lot of “dark” posts here on the blog. At least lately, anyway. There hasn’t been a lot of sunshine and unicorns popping up between the lines…not that there ever really were… I mean, really I’m not much of a glitter and frappuccino kind of gal.
I’m much more of a sarcasm and cigarettes kind of sort, you know?
There are happy, good things in my days.
I laugh at work.
(Usually dark, self-deprecating laughter, but hey, a gal’s gotta start somewhere)
I love my cat.
(The other cat in residence is my son’s, & yeah, OK, I somewhat like her too…but Sally is my baby) ((and they’re both assholes anyway))
I have lilies growing in my flower bed that I planted last fall with my own two hands, and they’re almost ready to bloom.
There will be many different colors, & I can’t wait to see them! (Cause I can’t remember exactly what I put in!)
I talk to the Beloved Nephew a few nights a week, & love the hell out of him. He’s my best friend, and some days, the only thing that keeps me off the emotional ledge. We do that for each other often.
(OLLLD picture, from my redhead days, back from before he moved. I miss that kid!)
And, I have my plan in place, and begun, for my transition next fall. Early stages yet, baby steps. Not quite ready to reveal all yet, as it’s still so new and fragile, but I’m certain it’s what I want. What I need.
But, in the darkness, there are glimmers…
And, while driving, I had a lot of time to reflect on those glimmers of hope, those sparks of light, those small coals of fire I’ll need to hold onto in the days/weeks/months to come.
The 5 day silence was broken today.
I received another email from E, trying to reach out to me, & got a phone call right before I would have normally been off from work, from a strange, unknown, international number. I’m assuming it was from him, letting me know that he’s once again back on this side of the ocean, back on his Caribbean island, and now much closer to reaching me.
I know he’s not finished with me yet…but I can only hope that my continued refusal to interact with him or respond to his overtures will show him how futile his gestures are.
Once trust is broken…
So, I hold the hope, and release the broken.
And the hope glimmers…