Sunny-side Up

I have not known the afternoon sun for one week, now. Work has locked me in 'til very late at night, that even the guards at the office are starting to grow incredulous at the crazy long hours we clock in--me and my female friend-officemate.

On the brighter side, this is good. I need less idle time at night and more to occupy my waking hours, no matter what that entails.

For the first time last night, since I slipped into and bumped my head from 'love,' I began writing in my journal, again. By this I mean a real notebook, containing long-hand written thoughts, be they prayers, insights, or whatever my heart held.

I felt good going back to it. I missed it. Now that Mr. Frog is quietly leaping off my life--so it seems with no more text messages from him--my life can start flowing on its own, again, and into the pages I had left because of him.

I know the sun might not come out for some more days, weeks, or maybe months. One day, however, I know it will, brighter and sunnier than when I met him.