Winds of Change

It's funny how much changes. How quickly the world changes.

A fight. A flip comment. A weekend. A fight. A resolution. A good bye. A hello. A merry Christmas. A happy new year. A new year. 

7 weeks and 3 days since i walked out that door and really, aside from a chuckle here and there, haven't looked back.

7 weeks since i walked into the front door and shook his hand. And let go of being responsible for anyone except good old fuck up here right here, me. 

These have been 7 of the best weeks of my life.

My health is evolving. My emotions are overwhelming. My social circle has fallen to nearly nothing. My bank account is swelling. I am dreaming for the first time in years that I can remember. 

And it's time for me to go on a diet. I've been eating the good life, and all the stress that I couldn't relax enough to get rid of up to this point. I have to not drink, because the liquid blanket pulls me under like a harpy in the warm seas of forever. 

Straight to the hot line, fresh cooked fish, right off the pier. Fresh from maine, alaska, and beyond.

It's been a difficult 7 weeks. It's been a very simple 7 weeks. I think that it has been considerably longer than 14 weeks inside my head either way you reckon it. 

Hello. Good bye. Where the fuck am I?