what if…

what if I just told the truth?

The truth is this:

The cookies I was baking for my friend on the day he died? They are still in a bag, on my kitchen counter.

My pugger’s food and water bowls? They, too, are still sitting on my kitchen counter.

I’m not telling you this for pity, just as a small explanation for where I have been hiding.

The highlight? I am coming out of it. Slowly, for sure. But I am coming out of it. And all this quiet time? It’s allowing me to revisit a little dream I’ve had, and quite possibly it’s giving me what I need to pursue it a little more seriously this time around.

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One Comment to “what if…”

  1. That’s the best part about dreams… They wait patiently! 🙂

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