Shared Soul

After a late morning of making the bed, dying for a cup of coffee, and filling up pill caddies. I look like I’m dressed to go to a construction site minus the hard hat. Wearing a ratty old t-shirt with oil stains and my heavy old chambray shirt that’s about three sizes too big now, that I wear as a jacket. The skies are grey once again after three or four days of frigid sunshine: with heavy rain on the way from out of the south. While I’m not happy with the dingy grey skies, I am happier with these 54° temperatures.

I spoke briefly to my best friend this morning through text. She’s said she’s not feeling it today at work, and I don’t blame her. Stuck in a cold warehouse counting toilet paper rolls isn’t my idea of a happy day neither. But we do what we got to do just to get by. Sitting here in front of this keyboard may be someone else’s day of sitting in the park. But I’ll tell you right now, I miss the camaraderie and shared misery of working with a group of fellow employees. The blood and the sweat of working towards a bosses demands, kinda sounds appealing compared to living in relative isolation. With a body the could give out at any time you put a little pressure on it.

But as I fondly like to say, “It is what it is” and you roll on. I don’t mean for this to sound like some sad sack excuse to feel sorry for myself. It’s just one of those grey moments you feel when you feel the potential, but know it’s long gone. So as me and my best friend commiserate over lost time and opportunities. I appreciate the moments we do have together to see who can “out-poor” the other. Life is not always little puppies and sunshine. But it can be made better with the connection to one other shared soul.

#Melancholy #Friendship #Comradery #SharedExperiences