Day 17

When Atë did not Ruin

I have been numb many times in my life.  It’s the first line of defense when something bad happens that you’re not ready to deal with.  Everyone knows that feeling, because injustice is not a stranger to anyone.  Then there’s the numbness one feels after the adrenaline has worn off.  The situation, unresolved, sits and mocks you for your efforts spent, in battle or otherwise… and you’re numb.  Also, there’s the numbness that follows a lost cause.  The numbness that keeps you from wanting to try anything.  That’s the most powerful of them all.

Today, I was numb, more so than I’ve ever been in my life.  A combination unlike I’ve ever felt before in my life.  I was almost paralyzed from it, and in the far reaches of my brain, I was freaking out, but was also too numb to express it.   I was out of it and needed a jolt… and that came from a most unexpected place.  Have you ever felt mischief in its purest form?  A great, powerful living and breathing form of emotion, so complete that you can feel it like a warm embrace complete with a hot breath against your cheek?  I have…. and she saved me.   

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