It was a Sunday just after Easter, when everything came crashing down. You’d think that putting it in the rear view mirror, even years later, one would move on. But some things aren’t moveonable-even after the passage of time.
So I am stuck in a Groundhog Day type of life. I know many of us feel we are, whether successful in life or not, it can become very predictable and boring.
I think there is a difference though when you are personally responsible for your own implosion. While it was a slow descent (years were elapsing) in the end it was a swift and decisive execution.
I lost a lot that day…the trust of my wife primarily. But I also lost the motivation to get up and try again. My flagging faith took a mortal hit too.
So life has become Dead Man Walking now. Marking the hours, days, months and years. That is seriously difficult to live with yet somehow I am still living.
I think I will watch some YouTube, listen to a record, or eat something…ho hum.
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