He’s been gone for a week and a half.
I feel like I have nothing to write about it.
I know he’ll be back soon. It hasn’t been hard but it’s been odd. I’ve been sick ever since he’s gone. 103.2 fever for a couple of days. I was crawling in and out of my bed, taking nyquil…until I couldn’t even tell if it was day or night.
I’m over it now…
but the nasty cough is still lingering.
Naturally, I would write for the life of me. It gives me sanity. I haven’t written. I feel like I’m loosing it.
I’m back for my 300 hours yoga teacher training. I’ve been teaching. It’s been good. I need to do more yoga.
The wedding is eight months away and I haven’t prepared.
Things will manifest themselves.
and so I keep on telling myself that.