It’s been awhile. I used to come here every Saturday and write. I wrote about the people, about my surroundings, what was happening right there in the moment. Saturday was my day to do whatever I wanted. By myself, no children, no husband. First Tai Chi class, then here to Uprise, a locally run bakery/coffee shop, to write. Then to Stephen’s Lake, for walking and communing with nature. At Stephen’s I also wrote. About nature, not people. Sometimes I walked the Katy Trail, then back to my car where I wrote about the beauty I had just experienced.
Today is Monday. In eight days it will be two years since the first day of my new life. In my new life, I don’t go to Tai Chi on Saturdays. I don’t come here to write, or walk at Stephen’s, or hike the trail. I wonder what I do on Saturdays now. I’m not sure. I used to be in a writing group, at another coffee shop, but that disbanded in the summer due to lack of commitment by the members. I think I’ll check with them to see if they feel like committing to winter writing.
I walk the trail on other days. I might even go today. Usually I walk for an end goal, for transportation. More often I ride my bike, but lately I seem to be driving more.
There is so much to do in my life. Business, finances, teenagers, friends, exercise, more exercise, learning, writing, on and on.
I have been dreaming about my ex-husband the past two weeks. I still don’t like that term. I think maybe former husband sounds a little better. In my dreams my former husband and I are in the same location. He wants to be back together with me. He is nice and seems happy. I am a bit uncomfortable because I’m not interested in getting back together. Last night I dreamed he wanted to commit suicide. That he drove his truck recklessly on purpose and was badly injured in an accident but did not die. I wasn’t there. It happened in Illinois. My son was there. I was more worried about him seeing his father after the accident than I was about his father’s well-being.
I need to move on now. It’s lunchtime and it’s filling up in here. And I’m not eating. I should give my table up to someone who is spending money and not just taking up space drinking room temp water. I did eat a cookie earlier.
Be back later.