I’m feeling kind of sucker punched.
(Or maybe I should use a football metaphor? I feel like the victim of an end run?)
I discovered that plans for Christmas have been made.
Without my knowledge.
Without my input.
It is August, people. It is only the month August.
I vowed I would not vent on this blog about my marital separation and have only ever provided the vaguest of details. I will continue to be vague. I will continue to keep this blog mine – a place where I can be the person I want to be.
However, every once in a while I am blindsided by an event that just about renders me speechless – among other things. When this happens, it’s difficult for me to be upbeat and cheery on my blog. (Hell, never mind on my blog – in my life.)
And it happens far more often than you will ever know.
I’m not sure why, but I’m sharing today. (Still, with only the vaguest of details.)
I’m going to share something else today – a song I love. It’s one of those songs whose lyrics may not really pertain to your life but, for some reason, you relate to it in a personal way.
Color Blind by Counting Crows.
(Click on the song title for the link if you’d like to hear it. I have yet to figure out how to put a YouTube video on my blog.)
The song may strike you as sad.
I happen to like the line “I am fine.”