Garnishes

Fragments of a former life...all that's left...the diversions...the distractions from busyness...from the service to others...recreation and play...refuges from stress and hassle...from managing and directing...from deciding...rescue pods of creativity and satisfaction that rose through hecticness...salving anxiety...placating worry...music...writing...cooking...collecting...now stretched thin to cover emptiness...enough yet not enough...never meant to be the centerpieces...they are the side dishes now being served as the main course...how odd to sup on scraps...and yet the days are filled...moving from one thing to another...learn a new piece of music...write a blog...lunch out...but way too quiet...no energy...no vigor...only humdrum...nothing from which to draw gusto and enthusiasm...no pressure...no deadlines...no aggravation...no need for the garnishes