So, I came home and sobbed for about ten days. I couldnt do this in public but, between client-meetings, writing people to ask for critiques and methods to better my work, my two runs all week and joining the gym, i managed to shed a lot of saline solution. I managed to miss about every appointment and not take my phone to the only one that seemed a remote possibility at reparation…. on 4 hours of sleep, I came home and fell into a dead sleep, only to have my wrist slapped by my parents for taking on too much, for letting people’s words get to me..

In the last two days, the treadmill and i have started to talk again. My only friend, my only non-judging companion… just objective feedback into how I need to get back in shape. Baby steps are in order, no point in crying over spilled tears, milk or whatever else. The Goo goo dolls are on the player today. I am done with one run and about to head out for my second workout… I am almost feeling human again.

I used to have a sign on my office door when I was teaching, an age ago. It said ‘no whining’…..

I am off to practise a bit of what i preach.

Comin’ down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there