all praise the rotisserie chicken.

i've been in a bit of a slump

when it comes to writing.

so today,

i opened my journal 

and let the words fall onto the page. 

i wrote my heart.

unedited. 

after i finished my scribbles,

i thumbed through old entries.

memories of my pre-wife life.

i almost cried.

grocery lists.

charlie brown smiles. 

arguing about flight of the concords.

spending an entire afternoon in a hammock. 

a kitty card wishing me luck on my interview. 

splitting a rotisserie chicken for dinner. 

that night we gazed at the stars and i felt like that moment

on the truman show where truman felt love.

little things that didn't seem to matter saved me. 

today i found what i feared i lost.

my voice.

my purpose.

my reason.