Living in the gap, the space between past and future, is not an easy task. I spend so much time redeveloping the past, or worrying about the future, I lose sight of the present. For example, just this morning, I have no idea why, but I was writing the first line of my obituary in my head while enjoying my morning coffee. Seems odd but when you get to know me it makes sense.
I considered the sentimental thoughts that would make the final draft, I admired the sense of peace I always felt in her presence, or didn’t she have a smile for everyone. Then I started worrying about my past behavior, like yesterday when I pounded my fist on the counter while cussing like a sailor, because a contact got stuck in my left eye, or when I spent an entire hour lamenting over an old argument while lounging in bed, and ostensively glared at my husband because he walked into the room.
I came back to present when I took a sip of cold coffee and was forced to make a trip to the kitchen for a warm-up. That’s when the black birds shooting the shit out on the front lawn caught my attention. It’s a holiday weekend and garbage pick-up was delayed. Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life.
I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line…
Living in the Gap is not Easy
I’m Living in the Gap, drop by anytime, we’ll crow about it all.