Jan 26, 2009 17:55
What comes with age. It surfaces and you look back over the water and wonder where it came from. Things and people that seemed like a big deal stretch out behind you, barely breaking the surface, only material enough to step across to find yourself farther from shore.
My head is above water and I am wonderful. Wonderful. I step into my Chelsea Hotel and it is mine. I open my fridge and it is mine. I leave my shoes on the rack which is also mine. Its a fantastic feeling.
I feel interesting again. I have all this time for me. Its been really nice not to take everything so seriously. Hopefully tomorrow I will have my old place 100% empty, and all I have to stress about is the damage deposit. But soon that too will float away from me and all I will see is horizon.
I am grateful. I am grateful for those who hurt me. For those who helped me. For all those who step in and out of my little canoe. I appreciate my influences and hope that I can influence others.
And I accept that I don't need to be panicking about getting from island to island. I can just float awhile.
the genius,
the debacle,
calgary,
my family,
the skater,
the top model,
the missionary,
the philistine