Thank You, I Love You
As I sit in bed listening to a Spotify playlist I begin to wonder why I’m feeling so crappy. I had spent the last four plus hours typing up a portion of a chapter of my romance novel and I was feeling great. I was getting lost in the words flowing onto the page. I was experiencing what Lavendar was experiencing. She was happy, so I was happy. That’s how this works, usually. After all, Lavendar is me. At least the me I would be if I wasn’t so damn anxious and depressed and insecure all of the time. Lavendar has become an extension of myself, but unlike her my broken heart has yet to be healed completely. It’s gotten close, but there still seem to be pieces missing. For every one thing that goes right, it seems there are three things that go wrong. And right now, three things have gone wrong. Unforeseen circumstances have me stuck at home longer than I planned. I’m missing rehearsals, missing work, but the biggest and most troubling thing I’m missing: commencement. It’s not yours so...