Remembering what was - could drag like a dead weight. Recollections of the past, like an anchor pulling one down to the darkest depths.
And of all times, I had to recall all these minutes before I faced the most annoying pricks on the planet.
If it was in my power, I would have canceled today's board meeting. Too bad I didn't have veto power.
It's been two minutes since Vera delivered my father's message. Two minutes that have stretched like forever with wraiths of times I wished to forget. Times I wished to erase.
Gathering the pieces of my broken self, I rose to go chair my board meeting. This wasn't the first time, neither will it be the last, my past will always haunt me. It will always stalk me, like a shadow - always near, always present.
There's this ridiculous notion about being broken. People assume one can be mended, that the pieces of one's shattered self could mend with time.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!