A New Beginning
I’ve been sitting in the (second hand) couch for the last hour or so, thinking of how to put into words the last couple of weeks. I feel more like myself than ever, and yet I am reeling from all the changes. Like a snake shedding its skin, I recognize every bit of me, and yet I am new in entirely unexpected way.
I have moved into a new home. A gorgeous little bungalow with rustic charm that I am falling in love with more and more every day. An excuse to host as many get togethers as my heart desires, like I’ve always wanted to. The intoxicating freedom. I have always been a “go with the flow” kind of person but this year has seen me taking control of my career, my finances, my living situation, even my health. Being in control is hard, sometimes; you only have yourself to blame if you fail.
And so words fail me when I try to describe the funny way I feel when I think of the days that lay ahead of me. Words have always failed me during momentous events, and so I can only assume that my future is so bright and exhilarating and far too big to squeeze into English (or any language, for that matter.)
Whatever big, unimaginable, gigantic thing comes my way, I hope to be ready for it.