I’ve been up since 5.
I cuddled Missy, considered getting out of bed, decided against it, read Facebook, read some spanking erotica, considered again, stayed in bed again, got a text from my friend and fellow writer Zorro Daddy, traded thoughts on illustrated erotica, and finally decided to get up.
That’s a whole lot of stuff in a small amount of time. A thought about Andrea struck me as I realized that. The busyness of my life is carrying me along, like the swift current of a river.
I cannot help but be caught in that current. The river has an origin that I can’t even remember. And it’s moving along towards the sea. Eventually, its water will mingle with and become more an indistinguishable part of a much larger body of water.
Andrea, she’s like this sparkly pink fish, that jumped around a lot, made these big splashes, really dominated a good long leg of my river.
But now she’s sped off to the sea. Where I too, am headed, some day. As much as I don’t want to move away from that part of the river, it’s not really possible. I’m being swept along.
It’s not a bad thing. This river is filled with lovely experiences, wonderful people. Yet still there’s this tendency in me to struggle, to try to remain where I was, to clutch at the past like a rock.
But as Andrea said, that’s not what you do. You just keep swimming.
She’s right too. I realized when you swim along with the river, when you don’t fight it... that’s how you stay current.