Last night, I spent the night thinking. I thought about the past, present, and future. I thought about the brevity of life. I thought about being alone, and possibly staying that way.
I feel different. I feel ready to grab hold of the next bar in life. I'm ready to live. I can't wait to have my son back. I can't wait to show him everything.
My mother and I used to go to a mountain out here, we'd eat at the lodge and have hot chocolate in the winter. She'd take me to the pond and let me watch the fish. As I grew, we did that less and less, but every now and then, when things in reality are too much to handle, we still sneak away from the city and land right back where we used to spend our Saturday mornings. I want to be able to do things like that with my son, because I remember how much things like that meant to me.
All I can say is, chocolate fixes everything. Well, not really, but close.
