This is more like a journal entry than some of my other posts.
Things are moving beneath my feet. Life is shifting and the world has broken apart and reformed in a new pattern around me. It's strange. Nothing looks the way it did a year ago. It's not bad -not at all. Things end and begin all the time. The cycles of my life are no exception.
I feel like I'm waking up, as if I am stirring from a long sleep. My eyes are not fully open yet but they are getting there. I see things through half-lids and yet the world already seems brighter. I don't have distinct direction but I have never felt better about what is to become of me.
It's weird. I am late on graduating college, but that doesn't bother me. I am not moving to a big city with lots of writing job opportunities, but that doesn't bother me either. I intend to go home -to be back in the area of the state that I grew up in. I never thought I would come to a point in my life where I would want to be closer to my family and to see the familiar streets I walked in my juvenile years. Thinking about it blows my mind. Am I even the same person? Not at all. How freeing.
I have been writing more these days. Mostly small bits of poetry and personal prose, but I have been plugging away at my novel as well. And I am always writing for class -I have been doing a series of short memoirs for my Seminar class that have been therapeutic. I might submit one to the school literary journal. Or a poem.
I am not trying to be anything anymore. I am. I exist.
I feel like I'm waking up, as if I am stirring from a long sleep. My eyes are not fully open yet but they are getting there. I see things through half-lids and yet the world already seems brighter. I don't have distinct direction but I have never felt better about what is to become of me.
It's weird. I am late on graduating college, but that doesn't bother me. I am not moving to a big city with lots of writing job opportunities, but that doesn't bother me either. I intend to go home -to be back in the area of the state that I grew up in. I never thought I would come to a point in my life where I would want to be closer to my family and to see the familiar streets I walked in my juvenile years. Thinking about it blows my mind. Am I even the same person? Not at all. How freeing.
I have been writing more these days. Mostly small bits of poetry and personal prose, but I have been plugging away at my novel as well. And I am always writing for class -I have been doing a series of short memoirs for my Seminar class that have been therapeutic. I might submit one to the school literary journal. Or a poem.
I am not trying to be anything anymore. I am. I exist.
Life will unfold as it does from here.
Lady Unlaced
Love the honesty of this post...life always unfolds as it should! Good luck with everything!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteI loved this post as well. I've been feeling kind of the same about moving back closer to home, the idea feels so strange because up until now I never would have wanted to do it, not in a million years. It is intriguing how we keep changing isn't it? I love that about humans, we have so much potential that we are always discovering anew.
ReplyDeleteI love how I keep changing. I love being surprised by myself, it's such a wonderful feeling :)
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