I was driving home last night from the AA meeting at the prison. The meeting was well-attended and the discussion was insightful and positive.
As I rounded a curve next to a steep drop-off, I saw my car veering off the road, tumbling down the hill and coming to rest on the train tracks below.
Obviously, it didn't happen or I wouldn't be here telling you about it this morning.
That's not all, though. I hit a nice, even straight stretch of road and visualized a deer bolting in front of the car. That's actually happened before, but I was able to avoid direct contact. The deer grazed off the front passenger side, leaving a few tufts of fur behind to remind me that night driving in West Virginia can be hazardous to a deer's health.
There are things going on I can't write about. No one in my family knows about this blog, but it could be discovered and I wouldn't want any of them to read about what's making me want to drop off the edge of a mountain. My husband has his own stuff going on. Life is wacky and crazy. I'm being pulled in a dozen directions and at the same time feeling like it just wouldn't matter if I just wasn't here.
And sometimes I really wish I wasn't.
Wow, this is really a downer of a post, isn't it? On the bright side, there's sun and warm temperatures and I managed to fill a wheelbarrow with weeds from the front landscape bed yesterday. And there's a few more stalks of asparagus reaching for the sky.
And on the other bright side, I know things could be much worse. I need to find my attitude of gratitude and move on.