On the Cusp

Ever notice how that phrase sounds like what it means? On the cusp. I almost fall over until the addendum follows. On the cusp of what? I'm feeling rather now like I've been on the cusp for a long time. I'm tired of it. Where's my denouement? I want to stop hanging on the edge of the roller coaster and slide screaming over the drop.

I'm beginning to suspect that my life doesn't have one. The only problem is that's against the laws of physics. Conservation of energy, and all that. If my conservation of energy is broken, that would explain a lot. Perhaps that's why I keep trying to write this blog while carrying on a text conversation to finalize my divorce. Perhaps the inertia involved in the whole matter makes it apropos.

Yes, my divorce is finally winding up. The last paperwork is being signed and notarized today. I will take it to the Lawyer's office. Monday is the first day it may be turned in. I'm told that the Judge reviews and hopefully signs it in a week or so. The lawyer doesn't seem to think there will be any problem, so I shall be cautiously hopeful. I don't really feel like screaming over the drop, though. It doesn't feel like there's much of one. Maybe I missed the moment, or the slope was so gentle that there was no perceptible change. I'm hoping I'm in that weightless moment before the plunge~