Quietly Cleansing

So today is Day 1 of the master cleanse.

We were supposed to start after we returned from Mexico, but then business trips and Xolo showers got in the way. We had finally settled on a firm start date and then Paco died. Not wanting to forcibly add more discomfort to the situation, we postponed again. But today we started the cleanse with no fanfare.

It's funny because normally this would be somewhat of a focal point in my day-to-day life, but if feels like a side note. There are so many other, much more important things going on that it's pretty much an aferthought. Granted, Day 1 is probably the easiest day, but right now it just feels like a dull thud, which essentially mimics my mindset.

It's funny how hunger and mourning are the same. One is physical and one is mental, but they're both based on loss. They both teach you to value what you have, not take things for granted, and suddenly you experience life with heightened senses. But only one requires a saltwater flush...