It’s the kind of day where I get slapped with another $300 from Bell Aliant and sidetracked by a million different things. The kind of day where I sit around filled with self-pity because I can’t get it together and my roommate is awarded his high-paying dream job, so where’s mine?
But really the 10th of November is the kind of day where I remember how four years ago my aunt lost her life to domestic violence in one of the worst tragedies ever known to my little part of the world. That feeling lingers around like the after-shock of an earthquake, and I doubt it’ll ever entirely disappear. It’s the kind of fear that follows you around but lies stagnant under layers of years until disturbed, and the kind of knowledge that makes the world a little more discouraging. I remember everything.
Chin up, and move forward.
[photo: Albert Maruggi]