This week was hard. This week I was numb and my brain flat-lined whenever I tried to write. This week I didn’t celebrate when I realized we were nearing the half way mark. This week I didn’t break down filling out the Kindergarten paperwork, not even when I imagined the one and only never to happen again first day of school without Husband. I didn’t even get excited preparing for the big deposition. In fact, I didn’t get mad when my proprietary work was swept right out from underneath me. I just didn’t feel much at all. I sat there, and I took it in, and it was just happening to me. Life was happening to me. I wasn’t happening to it.
A year is a long time to be away from your husband.
Twelve years is a long time to be a lawyer.
Forty years is a long time to be around.
Okay, I get that none of it is forever.
But damn, I hate cliches.