a past at last

Since bringing my old computer to work I’ve been finding all this old stuff from what seems like previous lives. It’s so exciting to look back on things that I have said and think fondly of the particular moment. Knowing how beautiful my life is right now and knowing what has transpired to get me here makes me nothing short of ecstatic. I don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you all beyond belief. All the lurkers, all the readers, all the friends. You are all so wonderful.

February 4th 2008:

I’m very much floating in an ocean right now. I can smell and feel the salt on my lips, I’m bobbing up and down and the previous shore is far enough away that I’m satisfied with my progress. Here I am trying to swim to the next island, away from the last one, but these waves keep breaking on me, pushing me not closer to this other island, but push me closer to the last one. I hurry and swim away before it’s too late, before the previous beach looks remotely apetizing. I’m not really worried about the waves that distract me from my goal, I’m not worried about getting blown back to the previous island, but I am worried that when I get to the next shore I’ll be too tired from all this swimming to make the most of it.