March 25th. Again.
One year ago I wondered what would happen in this year. Lots. James. Calgary. Welding. Piloting. Painting. Appreciating Saskatchewan. I think thats a big one. A weird one. Unexpected. Of all the things to dawn on me as I get older. I am part of this landscape. I wonder how Joni Mitchell feels about that. I don't think I will stay here. In fact, I don't want to. But it will always be a part of me. The big skies, the oceans for fields. My heart is confused. Leaving university is going to be a bigger problem than I thought. And I dont' know what it is. Its not the people or the classes. Its just, this life. This life has become what I know. This habitat, this way of being.
But I am moving on to other things. Other cities. Other ways of being. Perhaps that is what scares me, not knowing. What will my life become? I feel pressure of figuring it out. I have to let myself float. But floating is frightening. You never know where you might land.
Open your heart. Let it flow through your eyes. For in each of us we have ourselves, and that is what we must share with the world. Carry it with you always, and always be willing to let others in because that is the only way you will let yourself out. Make room for others, and make room for more of yourself. Love.
I wonder what will become of me by this time next year??
But I am moving on to other things. Other cities. Other ways of being. Perhaps that is what scares me, not knowing. What will my life become? I feel pressure of figuring it out. I have to let myself float. But floating is frightening. You never know where you might land.
Open your heart. Let it flow through your eyes. For in each of us we have ourselves, and that is what we must share with the world. Carry it with you always, and always be willing to let others in because that is the only way you will let yourself out. Make room for others, and make room for more of yourself. Love.
I wonder what will become of me by this time next year??