December is dark and cold and sits on the cusp of the new year, begging me to reflect upon my life. I look back and I look forward, and I sit still and quiet with right now. It’s a bittersweet meandering, seeing where I’ve met my expectations and where I have fallen short or failed completely.
This year has been quite full, with changes I neither anticipated nor welcome. So as I walk into 2009 I am stumbling through the debris of my life, guided by need, and by dreams that are not even half-formed.
Each day I shake myself loose from the bonds of my anger, and push myself towards the faint glow of the dreams I am encouraging.
The sensations in my body are difficult to read–fear and anticipation feel so similar.
Parts of my past I will be happy to have far behind me, other parts I release with grief and reluctance.
My future, similarly mixed.
I walk the tightrope between my past and my future. No net. My sequined costume a wee tattered, but sparkling nevertheless.
Photo, “Change approaching” by Georgie Sharp under Creative Commons License.
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