I can almost smell it, though I don’t yet know what “it” will be. Less than ten months remain and my senses are heightened. I’m noticing the little things, both good and bad. It’s all so familiar, yet I remain detached and that fact doesn’t bother me in the least bit.
I’ve got my groove and it keeps me going until that next thing comes along. I’ve learned to savor every last morsel of joy when it’s there and I continue to learn what it truly means to ‘roll with the punches.’ Less than ten months remain. I will take them as they come.