Missing Out
There is a plan afoot to take an all-day art-viewing jaunt to Seattle with four friends. I want to go, but this morning, waking yet again with a migraine, I turn down the invite. I am unable to believe, imagine that I can actually pull off a day-long event without succumbing to pain and/or devastating fatigue. Sitting at my computer I come across a piece I wrote last summer, never published, that speaks to nearly the same circumstances including the same four friends. It helps me re-evaluate my decision in favor of a more hopeful outlook.