Alone

Home alone. How rare is that? It's the Saturday tennis with the boys (and lone girl) but I opted out. Knee still stings quite a bit from the twist last Sunday at Amador Valley. Plus a mountain-load of guilt about all the work before me which alas lethargy is keeping me from starting. I have butterflies in that place. The guilt is heavy, oh so heavy.

I reflect on the past 3 months and what exactly have I accomplish in my new role. Bare bones. Next to nothing. Well, not nothing. Somethings. But not enough in my own assessment. I have to pick up pace. Time for excuses is over. Get that plan out, that presentation started, appointments for snaking made. Where is that passion for execution when I need it most?

The time for moving is also almost upon us and the Man has been very good about it. I see boxes, tapes, things slowly being put away. Thank you! I have too many weights on my shoulder right now. Frankly, I am scared. I don't feel like I am getting traction. I have a sneaky feeling if I were to do a 360, it would look full of holes.

Something else is nagging too. The girl is going back to a little red dot and I am already missing her. Strange. She is right here but I can feel a hole growing. Like a string is being cut and tearing out a part of me.

Gotta get started. So adieu for now.