Day 115: A Taste Of It

I finished Denise Chavez's Loving Pedro Infante during my lunch hour, and something clicked into place. I caught a glimpse of my old happiness. And it exploded on me--in a good way--on the way back to work. For the first time since last spring, I felt the old happiness, the old excitement, and the feeling that everything's wide-open. For that moment, I shook off the confining sense of terminal doom that's been riding on me for six months.

I had my music going, the breeze flew through my open windows, and I felt open. I can think of no other way to describe it.

I don't expect this crazy manic moment to sustain itself, but I know I'm starting to come back to myself. Finally.

I'm not back yet. But I'm coming.

J

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The game would never end until I grew tired and finally decided to stop.

At some point, you just have to stop.

You have to.

Denise Chavez, Loving Pedro Infante