The little tag that gives me access to you mocks me at least twice daily.
It dangles from my key chain, the edges digging into my palm as I turn the lock to open or close my doors.
It hasn't been swiped in two, maybe two-and-a-half weeks. And I feel shame.
But sometimes life gets in the way and you have to take a bit part in the play of My Life. Look, I don't like it any more than you do.
In fact, I went shopping for a new pair of 'going out' jeans last weekend and, hey, I had to go up a size. This ranks among a few of the things that don't make me very happy.
There's a bunch of stuff in my life I'm trying to sort out right now but trust me when I tell you, I will come back to you soon.
You are my source of release, you are the one entity upon which I can strike my fury that won't hit back.
You make noise when the plates clank and clang together. But it's noise I enjoy, because it eases my stress in a world where there is much tension, in a world I find unfulfilling, a world that seems to be constantly demanding my attention.
And when I place your weight on my shoulders, it may be heavy but I can push against it and feel strong, more confident and so beautiful.
Love you! I'll see you soon.