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And off she goes.
When one is in the throes of a breakup it is remarkably easy to let one's identity slip away. And of course it is difficult to find it again. It's a crazy-making exercise. How can you know who your core being is when all you've been doing is fighting (or not talking at all) for days.
Who were you before you met this person? Will you ever be that person again or have you changed forever? Can you ever become the best version of yourself again?
You can hear yourself asking these questions but you can't stop yourself to answer them. You don't have the time to worry about who you are. You've got other pressing concerns. Like who gets to keep the cat.
I used to hear my voice as clear as anything. It's all so muddled now. But eight days on the road seems a good amount of time to clear through all the emotional clutter. Alone in the car with just myself. I'm going to try and figure out who I am again.
I'm offline till probably the 25th. I will be checking email only a little but and and probably not checking voicemail at all. See you in Laramie and other points west.