Remembering

I had forgotten that this little quasi-blog was floating in internet land. Had Sassy Summer not mentioned it to me, I might have never remembered it.

So, I sat down and read words I had written in the not too distant past. And I remembered a lot of things. I remembered how freeing it was to have a space to clear my head. Somehow, it felt better to put my thoughts out there. Even if they weren't being read.

I remembered the horror of sitting with my dad in the ICU, for days on end. I remembered the isolation of the months that followed, being stuck at his house taking care of him.

I remembered the long agony of the on again off again of Cute Cop. I remembered the pain and the relief when he wasn't a part of my life anymore.

But, more than anything, I am remembering who I am and what I want to do. I'm a writer and I have a lot to say. It's a good thing, this remembering.