Life is a constant series of renegotiations of self and perspective. Perhaps those should be plural--selves and perspectives, really. We go through different selves, different perspectives on the world and our experience of it. We cycle from one thing to the next, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, always moving.
It's times like right now that I feel it most, when I am trying to negotiate who I am becoming at the same time that I discover I am not becoming who I once thought I would be by now. It's not a bad thing; it's just the interplay of personal growth and environmental changes. It is simply what is.
I know I'm being obtuse in a way, but I don't have much to say that I haven't already said before, which you could read if you clicked those links...
Things are changing here. We've moved from the in-between stage to our new life, the one where my husband has a really great job and I keep hitting the books and we go forward until we tumble into a new routine.
I don't yet know if this blog is going to go with us. I keep feeling the change, coming with the color of the leaves and the sliding temperatures and the curiously rainy fall we're having, but I don't know yet what it means.
I do know that it's Wednesday and this is the first time I've been able to sit at my laptop and type a few words for you since last week. Would you still stop by if I only wrote once a week?