New year, bad start part one

The new year arrived, but two posts didn’t. Not because they couldn’t find the new year, but because I didn’t write them, or more correctly, because I didn’t write them completely. I had part of the second one, but things happened. I’ll come back to that later.

You didn’t hear from me the first week, because I decided to take a week off. Why. Nothing to tell, no interesting dreams, nothing. No that’s not completely true. The dreams were interesting, but I couldn’t remember them well enough. The only thing I know for sure is that I was running away from something in all of them and one of them made me think of stranger things, like I was in an episode or something.

I had one thing to share, but that could wait. It was about the last day of 2019. As you might have read before I always ride my bike to work and back and I’m afraid of fireworks. Fine combination on the last day of the year. You might think I would think ahead and take a bus, but then I wouldn’t be me, so no, I didn’t and I had a whole day to think about the ride home, since not long after arriving at work I heard the first fireworks explode.

The time to go home grew nearer and I felt more and more like sleeping at work and canceling all plans that we had made. The day brought loads of explosions and almost as many sirens in answer. I had to go through that madness! I decided to take the back roads, thinking kids would definitely be “playing” with their fireworks in the streets. They where, sure enough, but that doesn’t take away the fact that there are larger ‘kids’ on the fields I passed.

I paddled like crazy to get home as fast as I could, my mum on the phone (hands free) to keep me calm. She had a lot of “oh f*ck” in her ear. Luckily she understands fear. I kept her updated about how far along I was. My street was almost in view… Then fear struc even worse. There were so many loud bangs coming from our street! I told myself I had to go and so I went. Once inside my heart did everything it could to pass through my rib cage, muscles, skin and everything else it needed to pass to get out of my body. Luckily I’m not as fragile as I sometimes feel, because my body kept my heart from escaping. Phew.

I put on some nice clothes and make-up. My partner arrived in time and freshened up as well and off we went. Into the mist. Yes mist. So many people where playing with fireworks, while not much could be seen. I am sure they did it to scare me, it was all about freeing my heart from my chest. But guess what…. I won. If I can I’ll put up another blog today or soon. This week you deserve two. Let’s see if I’ll come through.

Love dreamer