The Road too travelled
Why do I plan anything? May didn't go as planned. My Contract ended early in at the end of May and before my company could find me another in Baltimore my mother had a stroke, and I came home to Georgia. My mother is doing remarkably well, as her body broke down the clot and restored most of her function on its own. The ten plus hours of driving back on my own gave me too much time to think about everything that has happened over the last couple of years. I won't go into all the reasons life has turned out the way it has, because I truly don't know them. All I know is that I feel like I have been in special edition comic book where the character is being pulled through multiple realities every couple of minutes and with each transition finds themself about to be eaten, devoured, squished or otherwise, destroyed. I have developed a new level of nonchalance over whatever life throws at me. Knowing I have no control over anything except how I respond to it. And so ...