Writing and meditating can only do so much. Today while walking to the grocery store I remembered my daily walks before I met my ex, when my kids were in strollers and I lived where there were sidewalks. I try to do that now, but it becomes a struggle just to get my son to not stop every ten steps. Yes, I understand that he is stretching his imagination by hiding behind every single lamp post, but I have needs too, and if I don't meet them every once in a while, I turn into the very troll he's imagining he is hiding from.
I think I may also need to get laid.
Unfortunately, I don't believe that is an itch that I should scratch anytime soon...
So I will settle for a beer, a live band and some good company.