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Odd

Odd.

Sometimes you just feel odd.

Odd like you know something isn’t quite right.  Sometimes you just feel odd. Like today, someone or something forgot to add all the ingredients that make you feel like you. Odd. You can’t quite put your finger on why you feel the way you do.  You only know that you do.

Odd like a puzzle that doesn’t quite fit. Or a piece of fruit that isn’t quite ready yet but you munch anyway.

You go through the motions hoping that at some point in the day things click and you are back to feeling like you again. Odd but in a rather satisfying manner.

I’ll let you into a secret, today I’m fed up of flashbacks. Every time I return to a place of my childhood, memories & traumas of the past attached to that place decide its their time to shine once more. Back & forth I go and the emotional whiplash is draining.

Trying to function when your insides are anything but is soul destroying.

So I sit through the monotony of Surburbia.

Today my friends, Cat in the Hat is my hero.

Life watching my boys  quibble & my cat pester me for food is all I’ve ever wanted. It’s so normal that even as it drives me irate, it’s very welcome.

I started this post not knowing why I felt the way I feel, I’m ending it knowing.
It might not be the whole picture but it’s a start. That’s the magic of writing.


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