October.My favorite month.Halloween.My favorite holiday.Ironically, I haven't had much fun in October the past few years and this year is proving no different.I've embraced the changing seasons, yet haven't ventured to DD for my cherished pumpkin muffin.It's time to protest the circus and yet I feel no enthusiasm.I am going through the motions.Guns n'Roses is on repeat reminding me that it's alright, nothing lasts forever and urging me not to cry. And yet, I find no comfort in the touching lyrics.They simply are not speaking to me as in years gone by.What's different?Myself.That's what different.I've been through the ringer and am not so easily soothed by a few whimsical lines.Nothing is alright;things do last forever;and sometimes you can't stem the tears.
And yet,as always I'm determined to make it.I've embraced NYC.I've embraced my endless days.I've embraced the outrageous taxes I pay.I now know that I can make it anywhere (or so they tell me.)I'm ready to shrug off the drudgery of the last few years and step back into the light.Operation Bag B is not only in full effect,but it's a mild success.So what that the highlight of my day is catching a glimpse of a person with enough "nervous energy" for 12.He doesn't have Bette Davis eyes...he has kind eyes.For all the "nervous energy," simply catching that glimpse,is enough to steady my world and remind me that not everyone is out for themselves; that things will be alright.
He has indeed,brought me back to life.
