Nostalgia

Had a date with Cody last night. We went to dinner and then watched “How To Train A Dragon” in 3D. He’d already seen it before but was more than happy to see it again with me since we’re both dragon lovers. It was a cute movie. Afterward, I stopped by the grocery store on the way home to pick up ingredients for tonight’s dinner (I’d promised Ralph meatloaf on Thursday and, due to a meeting running longer than expected, didn’t have time to make it). Having a date with Cody, shopping in an empty grocery store and driving home at night all hit me with a wave of nostalgia. Of a time when I would spend a lot of time out of the house to avoid my mother, or, when I was living on my own, living without so many obligations that I could just roam a grocery store at night. Of course, coming home I still had to work on jobs for clients and the normal day-to-day stuff, but the feeling didn’t leave me for the rest of the night. I don’t long for those single-life days, but I do miss a lot of who I was back then. A more creative, freer spirit. That’s what I’m trying to recapture again. I need to let a lot of the mundane things not weigh so heavily on my shoulders. I don’t know why or when I let things weigh on me so much, especially the little things.