I have this feeling, this saddish, almost guilt-ridden feeling, and I'm not sure why. I feel like I'm saying goodbye to someone or to something. Is it holiday letdown? Is it because when the kids left with their dad today, my first thought, just for a moment, was "Ahhh, freedom!" Is it because I might finally make the decision to get on with my bloody life?
I'm reading some poetry by Veronica Patterson--it's lovely. My favorite so far is "This House". I love the last few lines:
The funny thing is how the house is situated. A woman is holding it up
on one finger. If she needs to put the house down--just for a moment--
where will she set it?
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I'm feeling the same. Thinking it is both holiday let-down combined with general end of year reflection (thinking of what I didn't like so I can do it differently).
Beautiful poem.
Sigh. Damned melancholy. Sorry to hear it's got you, too.
Great line. Now I have a new poet to look up!
You know, of course, you don't have to feel guilty that you're glad they're gone. :) It's hard to say which is more powerful -- the guilt moms lay on other people, or the guilt they lay on themselves.
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