Write about leaving
…which is interesting, as the subtitle of my journal is "my heart ain't built to stay." Meaning, of course, that it's not created to be satisfied with this life only, that it longs for a place more than a mere improvement on this one, but something wholly different. Yet my heart was also built for joy while I stay, and sometimes I manage that, and sometimes I don't.
Inside my head, I've been tempted to call 2013 "The year I lost hope." I grow tired of being brave. But I don't think of leaving, really, because, well, where would I go? I don't want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else…I just want to be where I am, and for where I am to be a lot easier. An earlier time, I might have said "a little bit easier." But, as I say, I grow tired ... I want easier, I want it soon, and I want a lot of it, please.
In the meantime, I ain't goin' nowhere. I have much to love and much love surrounds me and so much is at stake.
Inside my head, I've been tempted to call 2013 "The year I lost hope." I grow tired of being brave. But I don't think of leaving, really, because, well, where would I go? I don't want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else…I just want to be where I am, and for where I am to be a lot easier. An earlier time, I might have said "a little bit easier." But, as I say, I grow tired ... I want easier, I want it soon, and I want a lot of it, please.
In the meantime, I ain't goin' nowhere. I have much to love and much love surrounds me and so much is at stake.