We passed the two month mark last week. K told me the other day that time is going by quickly for him. I can't say it's moving quickly for me. Time is moving so slowly that I'm genuinely surprised when I realize how long he has been gone. Time seems to move even more slowly when I realize how much longer he will be gone.
It's hard for me to find a way to approach "time" optimistically. We have 1/6 of the deployment behind us. I wish I could be happy about that, but the voice in my head that says "There is still 5/6 left to go" is too loud for me to ignore. I'm terrified that we'll get to the halfway point and all I will feel is anger that we still have another 6 months to wait. I'm sure that's a self-fulfilling worry and I'm doing my best to try to change my mindset.
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