This is the opposite end of the spectrum from the last post I wrote and, frankly, one I was neither expecting or hoping to write.

As I have mentioned, I’m having to re home a cherished pet bird. Last I mentioned, a friend was taking him in and I felt great comfort from it. Unfortunately things beyond any of our control interfered and the arrangement fell through. I am back into grieving his complete loss. He is heading to a rescue after noon tomorrow. Tonight is our last night under the same roof together. It hits hard.

I have been sitting in my room all day and just cannot focus on an interesting subject. I have hit my normal submission time for a post and have come up with nothing. I swore to myself I would make a minimum of one post a day so I figure that I would just say the one and only theme of the day: sometimes things just don’t work out.

The conclusions for real life problems do not always end neatly tied up with a proverbial bow. Sometimes there is no pattern. No help. No divine intervention. Life is messy and painful. Not always, but when things do go by the wayside, it seems to happen all at once. It takes time to straighten out. Untangle heartstrings from the past to move forward again. The process is painful and sometimes you end up with a little piece of the past stuck with you no matter how careful you are. As long as I can move forward still, I suppose that is all that matters.

I apologize for this post being short but I did not want to po nothing or just disappear for awhile with zero explanation. I started a daily streak pattern and I’m not going to break it on my watch.