rebirth
I find it odd that there are certain times in the year when things just kind of fall into place for people. I have this theory, that there is a specific time period albeit a couple of months, a couple of weeks, perhaps an entire season when each person is more confident, more self assured, and things just sort of happen. Ya know.
It could be your favorite time of year. But for me it's the beginning of July. I love autumn and spring in New England, for both very different reasons. Spring to me marks new beginnings, hope, optimism, and my birthday which in turn is a beginning and an end in itself. And then there is autumn and for purely emotional ties to the changes in the season I think it is one of the most beautiful times to be alive.
But nope for me "great" things don't happen for me during these periods. Well not repeatedly at least. And that's fine I'm glad that there is this completely different point in the year when I have this great optimism and hope for what might happen when it comes around.
See Miranda and I have had this conversation, and for her her time is the spring. But for me, like I said it's the first few weeks of July.
I've started two new significant jobs during that period in my life. And every major relationship or person I've dated has begun at that point in time. Don't ask me why but I find that July 1, July 4 and July 9 have had a great importance to me year after year after year.
And so here we are again. On the fourth of July, just having had yet another significant July 1 and looking into the great unknown of a new future and new person and a new possibility.
It's been a long time coming since last summer. And while it's just as uncertain in some terms as last year was it feels very different this time. And for that reason I will keep it to myself, and him, because that's the way that I would like it.
But just for the record. Here are in the sweltering heat of July. Long phone conversations have returned. Endless summer nights spent hanging out, talking have resumed. And the smile that I go to bed with is bigger than ever. All with someone brand new.
I, for one, could not be happier that HE and July are here.
It could be your favorite time of year. But for me it's the beginning of July. I love autumn and spring in New England, for both very different reasons. Spring to me marks new beginnings, hope, optimism, and my birthday which in turn is a beginning and an end in itself. And then there is autumn and for purely emotional ties to the changes in the season I think it is one of the most beautiful times to be alive.
But nope for me "great" things don't happen for me during these periods. Well not repeatedly at least. And that's fine I'm glad that there is this completely different point in the year when I have this great optimism and hope for what might happen when it comes around.
See Miranda and I have had this conversation, and for her her time is the spring. But for me, like I said it's the first few weeks of July.
I've started two new significant jobs during that period in my life. And every major relationship or person I've dated has begun at that point in time. Don't ask me why but I find that July 1, July 4 and July 9 have had a great importance to me year after year after year.
And so here we are again. On the fourth of July, just having had yet another significant July 1 and looking into the great unknown of a new future and new person and a new possibility.
It's been a long time coming since last summer. And while it's just as uncertain in some terms as last year was it feels very different this time. And for that reason I will keep it to myself, and him, because that's the way that I would like it.
But just for the record. Here are in the sweltering heat of July. Long phone conversations have returned. Endless summer nights spent hanging out, talking have resumed. And the smile that I go to bed with is bigger than ever. All with someone brand new.
I, for one, could not be happier that HE and July are here.