Starting Over
Today was the day. The final day to lay everything out before hearing the final ruling on the rest of my life. I laid in my bed trying to imagine how I would feel by the time I laid in this bed this evening. I sat up and told myself it was time to get up, and it was time to get moving with my day. I could hear my family moving about, getting ready for their day in the other rooms of the house. I could do this, I could fight this fight and come out successful. As I stood I looked at my notebook on my nightstand. I touched it as if the connection of my fingertips to the cover would download all of its contents on my memory as the backup drive when in fact it was the opposite. I executed my morning routine on autopilot as my mind drifted to all that the day would hold for me.
