Has lost meaning these days. Most of the time I don't know what day it is, nor the time. It is of no consequence to me. I eat when I am hungry, I sleep when I am tired, and I do things I love in between. Sometimes I'll "do my duty" and tell the kids to do their homework and they reply "but it's Saturday?", and I laugh.
Month: January 2022
Lately
I have been very sick the last 4 years. My health seems to be declining at a quicker pace. From years apart, to months apart, to weeks apart, ... I feel worst. I am anchored, disconnected, and numb. I want to fly, to soar, to roam, to rise and fall, freely. I want to live as I was meant and profit from my strength. I want to belong.
Caro 