Lucky Seven

2007.
I always thought 7 was a lucky number.   If you believe in luck that is.
All the houses are rented once again.  Court date has come and gone.  Life goes on.
I think I have so much to write about I guess because I can’t sleep for thinking about a million things, but when it comes time to put them down I go blank.  Well, not exactly blank.  It’s more like reluctant to expose myself on these screens like I once did.  Yet I feel a need to put thoughts into words.
I wonder how it will all turn out.   Will I just quietly drift off into a long sunset much like my mother is doing now?  Or, when the time comes will I find the inner resolve and strength to break through the wall?  I can’t even determine the nature of the wall at this time.  For now, I only have questions.  Questions which are vague and without form.  Others I dare not risk asking at this time. 
Perhaps this is just the typical mid-life crisis I’ve always heard about or round two that began about 10 years ago.  Somehow I think there is unfinished business from that time frame.  For now I must find a reason to get up and go to work each morning…