MUSINGS FROM MIDLIFE
My Stories
Seven Days In
“Sometimes, things don’t work out. Not because you don’t deserve it, but because you deserve so much more.” Anonymous
Recently hearing myself reeling off a list of plans to my bestie for the next six months, I burst out laughing. If 2020 is anything to go by why am I even bothering, it all went to hell on a handbasket on a number of fronts.
Without notice.
Well thank you universe.
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you did not stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognised as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.