It'll be nine years this holiday season since the last set of pre-divorce holidays. I've tried to let go of expectations. Sometimes that effort pops out of the oven like a perfect turkey, sometimes not.
This year I'm going to be in Las Vegas on the 25th floor above "the strip" with dear friends. We'll be able to see for miles. A good metaphor, I guess for taking the long view of things. I'm looking forward to this meal and the other friends and family I'll see on the road trip.
But here I am, more than a month in the future. The worry bus. Free transportation to the future.
Here's what today looked like.
Lifeguard stations running for their lives. I had to run too. Dry pants are nice way to enjoy the present moment.