So much that seemed important has evaporated, replaced by nothing really - not much more than an empty room, an odd sense of calm, no great promise of tomorrow, just a quiet afternoon with the clouds rolling in the distance, rain spattering on the windows in odd bursts, flashes of lightning, quick floods in the street, all adding up to a silent breath that takes a full week to come in and out. This vacuum, this absence of black clouds, this limbo - it does not keep me up at night. Sleeping with the doors flung open, the old dreams are replaced by new ones. No more forgetting your lines and somehow finding yourself on stage, buck naked. No more trips to the old apartment in New York, discovering the room you never knew was there. No more dark afternoons in a tiny boat, as the water turns into charred rice crispies that will swallow you whole.
I'm in my 50s, with an 18 year old daughter and an 8 year old daughter. Somehow they let me go off on my own adventures from time to time. But yes, that "I'm in no rush" feel of my 20s is definitely part of this one.
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I could use another lazy Sunday afternoon like my 20’s. Of course I’m certain that I’ll miss these kinda lazy Sundays in my 40’s with the kids....
I'm in my 50s, with an 18 year old daughter and an 8 year old daughter. Somehow they let me go off on my own adventures from time to time. But yes, that "I'm in no rush" feel of my 20s is definitely part of this one.