Fleeting Feelings

They come and go but whenever they do, they're fierce feelings.

I texted Wood today and told him I'm planning my departure from this place. I'm not interested in this. He didn't respond.

Later, when I was in the bathroom, it occurred to me that I can choose to make this anything I want it to be. Like I've said of my marriage. But I have to choose.

I don't want to be a quitter. I also don't want to be in defensive mode all the time. I want something a bit more warm and fuzzy.

The jury has not yet made it's final decision. But it's close. It will.