Too much freedom

For the past 14 years, my life has been dictated by the little fuzzy wuzzies. Their every schedule superseded my own and I made sure their routines were strictly followed.

Now without the pitter patter of little paws, I got too much freedom. Freedom is a blessing and a curse. On one hand you can do spontaneous activities at a whim, but more often than not, you spend these unstructured hours lost in memories of the past.

Both my parents passed their 70th birthday this year. Im happy my father is still around given his poor physical condition. I know these moments are fleeting as well and I should spend a bit more time with them while they are still capable both mentally and physically.

Without the chi chi’s life feels quite aimless and unstructured. There’s lots to do, but all seems sort of pointless and moot. Emotions are reflected in the weather and images im capturing. Dark. Moody. Sombre tones.