I spent some time today looking over words from my past. Not just stories I’ve written, but documents and reports for the various jobs I’ve held.
It’s making me a little wistful.
There have been so many people along the way who I just don’t see anymore, even though they were once daily fixtures.
It begs the question of what friends from today will drift apart?
Not the most uplifting of thoughts, I know.
I can feel myself pulled towards two differing options. Value those in my life and let them know just in case. Or try and create a shell separating us. Just in case.
One of those is the better option.
Thank goodness it was last night that I went drinking, or this might feel even bleaker.
Deadly Troubadour 