What I have and other futile attempts at comfort
So what do I have?
I have a pair of broken in jeans; baggy, well-worn, comfortable jeans. I know we all have them, right? It's so silly, because when my house burned down, one of the things I missed the most was those comfortable, broken in comfort clothes. You can't replace those, no matter what people try to tell you. I don't really need to tell you more, do I?
Wine, oh yes, I have wine. Chardonnay, where have you been all my life? Honestly, it was never my favorite until two friends persuaded me to give it a chance. The rest is history. Need I say more?
Pictures, two to be exact. One of them I carry around in the pocket of my pants....especially those baggy, well-worn jeans. And sometimes, I put that picture really close to my heart, especially when I'm in bed. I guess I don't want to talk more about that right now.
A prayer, written out on two sides. This is also well-worn and has been folded and unfolded and carried around so many times. I say it a lot, the prayer. I have it committed to memory but sometimes, I still look at it and read it instead of just saying it. The prayer is not for me. It's for someone I love very much, someone who needs the prayer. That's all I'm prepared to tell you about that one right now.
Music. I always have music. I have a playlist for just about everything. I have been listening to the current playlist constantly. Constantly. Going to sleep at night. Cleaning. It's called Broken. I guess there isn't much more I need to say about that one.
Faith. I have faith that there is a lesson in everything. There is a lesson in this. I don't know what it is yet. I don't want to deal with this lesson or any of that. I keep praying though. I keep having faith. You either get this or you don't. I can't really explain this to you so I just won't.
Messages and photos and texts. I keep looking at them, reading them, re-reading them, reading in to them. Questioning. I always question everything. More to say? Yeah, a lot. But not right now, I guess.
I have more, but I'm tired.
I have a pair of broken in jeans; baggy, well-worn, comfortable jeans. I know we all have them, right? It's so silly, because when my house burned down, one of the things I missed the most was those comfortable, broken in comfort clothes. You can't replace those, no matter what people try to tell you. I don't really need to tell you more, do I?Wine, oh yes, I have wine. Chardonnay, where have you been all my life? Honestly, it was never my favorite until two friends persuaded me to give it a chance. The rest is history. Need I say more?
Pictures, two to be exact. One of them I carry around in the pocket of my pants....especially those baggy, well-worn jeans. And sometimes, I put that picture really close to my heart, especially when I'm in bed. I guess I don't want to talk more about that right now. 
A prayer, written out on two sides. This is also well-worn and has been folded and unfolded and carried around so many times. I say it a lot, the prayer. I have it committed to memory but sometimes, I still look at it and read it instead of just saying it. The prayer is not for me. It's for someone I love very much, someone who needs the prayer. That's all I'm prepared to tell you about that one right now.
Music. I always have music. I have a playlist for just about everything. I have been listening to the current playlist constantly. Constantly. Going to sleep at night. Cleaning. It's called Broken. I guess there isn't much more I need to say about that one.
Faith. I have faith that there is a lesson in everything. There is a lesson in this. I don't know what it is yet. I don't want to deal with this lesson or any of that. I keep praying though. I keep having faith. You either get this or you don't. I can't really explain this to you so I just won't. 
Messages and photos and texts. I keep looking at them, reading them, re-reading them, reading in to them. Questioning. I always question everything. More to say? Yeah, a lot. But not right now, I guess.
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