Lately, and maybe because I am getting ready to have a major timeline marker, I have been thinking about my life, why I do the things I do, and what I intend to do with myself next.
I was lucky. I got a real push. Then a friend or two told me it was about time I stopped acting like I was "past tense," as in acting like I am 105, not as in off the charts stressed out way beyond tense, time bomb about to have an "interesting day" type of tense.
It did not start out being a pit, I was the one who built (excavated) the damned thing and furnished it, and turned it into my private keeping everyone and everything (life) as distant as possible bury myself zone.
Even as life moves on, even with not knowing what comes next, I will forever have great appreciation and affection for the person who nudged/pushed me to step through a slightly opened door and accept that there are both probabilities and possibilities that I had worked very hard to ignore. I was standing at the door, I needed to move. To that person, thank you, if you ever even read this blog!
