But really, seriously now, I am reconnecting with the other parts of me, the little lost parts.
There's no Christmas-shopper part. There's no good-sister part. There's no good-friend part. There's only a sliver of a good-server part. There's not much of a cooker or a cleaner or a book-reader part.
But I will relocate my Wife pieces and my Mama pieces, and I will polish them till they shine. (And if, purely by coincidence, bathrooms also happen to shine today, that will be a bonus.) I want to recover something that has started to slip in all the bustle of the past couple of months. If that means I disappear from some of the other roles I've been playing, at least I'll know I'm focusing on the pieces that matter most.
*If I had been responsible for more breakups in my past, I could probably come up with more lines. But, whatever, I guess I was always on the other end...