My dreams lately have been forcing me to confront people and situations of the past with an ominous foreboding of how a next meeting may go. After several consecutive nights of this, I have decided the message my sub-conscious is not so subtly trying to convey is for me to stop looking back. Stop regretting. I know it consciously, but apparently I have more to process.
My second glass of Shiraz by 2:30 in the afternoon may seem a bit excessive, but with the world crashing in on my chest like a baby elephant settling in for a nap, it is quite necessary."
~~ excerpt from "Leap of Faith" my novel in the works