everytime you close your eyes
A few days ago a friend of mine told me it seemed like I was afraid to admit that things are (finally) going alright. She said I was acting like the second I said things we're good, my world as I know it would fall apart again. She's right. And it's no way to live.
I have spent the last two solid years preparing myself for the next period of uncertainty, bracing myself for impending disaster. And throughout that time there's been a pretty consistent amount of upheaval. Beginnings and endings of every possible sort. But for about 6 weeks now, my life has been remarkably stable. I still choose my words carefully when people ask how I am. I've been avoiding anyone who wants to have a conversation about my "life." I'd rather talk about politics, the movie I just saw, or the party on Friday night. Dear lord, ask about the weather or the latest oped in the times or the last album I bought, just don't ask about me.
Shortly, I will begin again. But for the next two weeks, I have resolved to just "be." Ready. Set. Relax.
I have spent the last two solid years preparing myself for the next period of uncertainty, bracing myself for impending disaster. And throughout that time there's been a pretty consistent amount of upheaval. Beginnings and endings of every possible sort. But for about 6 weeks now, my life has been remarkably stable. I still choose my words carefully when people ask how I am. I've been avoiding anyone who wants to have a conversation about my "life." I'd rather talk about politics, the movie I just saw, or the party on Friday night. Dear lord, ask about the weather or the latest oped in the times or the last album I bought, just don't ask about me.
Shortly, I will begin again. But for the next two weeks, I have resolved to just "be." Ready. Set. Relax.