So, I’ve done some stuff lately. Marked some things off my to-do list.
Painting, cleaning, putting together IKEA furniture.
Biking, running, swimming.
Yeah, it feels good.
And, I guess I feel kind of proud of myself.
It feels good to be moving, doing, accomplishing. I think that’s what the doctor ordered.
But, there is still this hollow feeling that goes right through me. Like my soul is a pilot light and it’s flickering in a cold dark room. You meet people with all burners on high – loving, being excited, laughing, trying, giving up, forgiving, failing, being sad, falling down, getting up, learning, divulging, sharing – I find it amazing.
And, no matter how good I temporarily feel from doing and accomplishing – I still don’t feel connected, connected to others. I see the love, I just can’t feel it.
This post is half-baked. Pfft!