New Year’s: Changing Numbers Changes Nothing

On New Year’s I sit with the realization that I am learning to live in the space between. It is like the transition from one planet, one reality to another. This cycle has been the stuff of a Sci-Fi movie.

Inside the space station, I float alone. As I make my bed, tears just come. It is not crying as much as it is shedding. I can’t feel it building up as I have in the past. That was a time of drama… of the spike of tension and then the dissolution. It is different now.