“Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends could only read the title.” – Virginia Woolf
First off, Merry Christmas everyone (reading)!
I hope your holiday is filled with peace and joy.
In regards to my own, sleeping in, a short (but sweet) Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood binge, and a family dinner at my matriarch’s are on the slate.
On my second cup of Joe from the Snoopy Christmas mug my sister bought last year, I think of the future. Not necessarily bright but hopeful…
Moving again (as I have done numerous times) doesn’t bother me as it once did and neither does change; while I am heartbroken about some of it, I stay optimistic concerning the remainder. Plus, new horizons never killed anybody.
Plus, new horizons never killed anybody….quickly. 😉
Anyway, I never thought I would be listening to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra while trying to work out what’s rattling in my peanut-shaped head.
A long time friend asked me if knew the difference between “I want” and “I want”. At the time, I honestly didn’t have an answer. Now it is evident to me.
After a lifetime of talking through situations, providing distractions, and fabricating progress, I’ve stopped dodging…myself.
For the first time, I will admit that I never knew what I wanted.
That omission in itself is hard for me swallow yet getting easier to grasp; my life (up to this point) has not been wasted, simply delayed. I finally have reached “the center” of my onion.
In conclusion, the move and a fresh start give this malcontent what’s necessary to step into unfamiliar territory: my true self.
Bye for now and Happy Holidays, KS!