Claiming Life

Many apologies. To both of you reading this faithfully, sorry I haven't posted for a couple of days. Travelling often interrupts this stuff more than it should.

So anyway, I'm back now, realizing that it's almost like I never left. My sorry little life was here waiting for me, complete with crappy thankless job and broken heart. Yes, I thought maybe I would come back and a different life would be there, but alas. Not so.

And for some reason I'm really overwhelmed by it all. How did my life get so out of control? It's like trying to catch a piano. I don't even know how it got this way. It just sort of edged away from me little by little until I got here and this is it. You can't turn your back for a second, or life turns on you. Just like that.

So now I'm stuck dragging my arthritic, undernourished self from place to place, waiting to pounce and claim my life back. Waiting for the moment life least expects me to take over, and then stage a coups. But it still sounds ridiculous. And impossible. Like trying to ride an ostrich. And tomorrow is the big phone call; the one that is going to define a lot of things for the next few months, maybe even years. So I'll try to wrestle it to the ground and hope for the best. Which is all I can really do anyway. With everything.