Freshly showered, and dressed in her best “casual, comfortable, but fit to go out in public clothes”, Gina made her way to her second-best friend, the coffee pot. Ahh, the day just couldn’t start without that freshly brewed, fantastically smelling, life giving pot of joe.
As she opened the cabinet to choose which strength and flavor she wanted for today, she pondered the beauty of her life.
Here I am at 58, in decent health, comfortable in my home, comfortable in my life, and lacking for none of the necessities. So why am I so in need of my old best friend?
She already knew the answer. She’d had so many conversations with herself about that very thing, that she knew the answer almost as quickly as she had the thought.
Because although on the surface everything looks so well put together and comfy, underneath I’m struggling. Struggling with my path in life. The crossroads I find myself at today, professionally and personally, aren’t offering a clear way forward. My kids are grown with kids of their own. My relationship with Melvin is somewhere between halfway decent and halfway over. My time at the rehab is coming to a close… not quickly, but coming, nonetheless. Where do I go from here? How do I decide what to do with my remaining years? How do I fill up all the empty hours?
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