September 22, 2010
I feel as if I'm in a perpetual state of being behind these days, something that I haven't felt in a few years, since before my hidden-blessing layoff. My time is torn between so many things I don't even feel as if I own it anymore, and I'm having nightmares about taking on even more things. I miss the slowness. I miss the close, casual spending of days, the quiet giggles, the easy breathing. I miss one-on-one, and when it's here it passes so quickly that it's almost as if it never happened; did it, indeed, happen?