When does the heart grow cold? When do the feelings of others cease to be important? When does indifference and contempt set in?
Or maybe...that has nothing to do with it. Maybe I'm just tired of hiding. I've had a surfeit of shadows. I suffered an excess of the better part of valor. I'm tired of turning down invitations, tired of pulling back, tired of never leaving my home unless it's to go to another home somewhere else. Or to a section of the grid where not only can I not understand the main language spoken, but it makes no better sense when I translate it!
And by all my gods and all my saints, I am tired of him pouting.
And it's time and beyond time for me to get on with my life.
Up soon: more work on clothes. More eyes. More things I've already made in boxes for sale. More work on the store.
Things are happening downstairs, too. Check the store blog for details.
Above all, there will be changes. I keep saying that, but it's never stopped being true. I stopped being a social butterfly and became a cave spider instead.
I want my wings back.
It's a brand new day. It's more than time for me to fly.