Goodbye.
The last few weeks have been strange ones and I have been behaving strangely within them. (I was called “saptastic” yesterday.) I suppose, it’s not just me though and I’m certain of it. Of late I’ve become increasingly aware of who people are, despite attempts to embrace their better nature, and that’s not to say that it’s all been to bad results. I sat in a room today and told three people that I caught a great break – and got three utterly different responses. Two celebrated my success, setting aside their own disappointments, and one was so consumed in her own dissatisfaction that she had not been awarded the same that she forgot that we had also earned this success.
It’s been a long time since I started blogging. In fact, looking at the records – I’ve been going since 2002. Four year later, I may be in the same city, but I’m certainly not in the same place. My life has changed in a tremendous manner but, to be honest, I’ve felt closer to my roots than ever in the last few months. I won’t say that I will ever blog like this again. Age, time and trial and error have taught me that talking through my problems isn’t awlways the best medicine and that, in most cases, the less ink that contacts paper, the better for the healing process. I won’t say that because this is a goodbye more than a beginning. It’s a goodby to all of the trials recorded here.
Were I to continue, however, the characters might remain remarkably familiar. For my newfound clarity, I have noticed, I guess, how many people in my life of whom almost all of y memories are positive. People who I wholeheartedly believe are good, through and through. Call it Karmic Repayment of luck but it just happens that many of these characters who left so long ago are returning to this city that I live in and, while I may never reach out to them as expected, I find the mere fact that there are a few more good people in my corner of the world comforting. It’s not just that they’re returning that gives me pause, it’s that they’re returning for all of the right reasons – because they’re happy. They’re finding new jobs, opening stores they’ve always dreamed of and sometimes just moving home to be near friends. I know I’m a softy at heart but knowing that good people are out there and good things are happening to tem gives me an irrationally tremendous sense of peache that I wish I could pass on to the rest of you.
So, it’s been a better goodby than some I’ve endured. I don’t know if it passes as convincing or profound, but it is what it is.
Enjoy your education.
The store looks gorgeous.
Good luck in your interview.
And, Tony, you still suck :P
It’s been a long time since I started blogging. In fact, looking at the records – I’ve been going since 2002. Four year later, I may be in the same city, but I’m certainly not in the same place. My life has changed in a tremendous manner but, to be honest, I’ve felt closer to my roots than ever in the last few months. I won’t say that I will ever blog like this again. Age, time and trial and error have taught me that talking through my problems isn’t awlways the best medicine and that, in most cases, the less ink that contacts paper, the better for the healing process. I won’t say that because this is a goodbye more than a beginning. It’s a goodby to all of the trials recorded here.
Were I to continue, however, the characters might remain remarkably familiar. For my newfound clarity, I have noticed, I guess, how many people in my life of whom almost all of y memories are positive. People who I wholeheartedly believe are good, through and through. Call it Karmic Repayment of luck but it just happens that many of these characters who left so long ago are returning to this city that I live in and, while I may never reach out to them as expected, I find the mere fact that there are a few more good people in my corner of the world comforting. It’s not just that they’re returning that gives me pause, it’s that they’re returning for all of the right reasons – because they’re happy. They’re finding new jobs, opening stores they’ve always dreamed of and sometimes just moving home to be near friends. I know I’m a softy at heart but knowing that good people are out there and good things are happening to tem gives me an irrationally tremendous sense of peache that I wish I could pass on to the rest of you.
So, it’s been a better goodby than some I’ve endured. I don’t know if it passes as convincing or profound, but it is what it is.
Enjoy your education.
The store looks gorgeous.
Good luck in your interview.
And, Tony, you still suck :P
