I need a break from myself these days. I mean, I went to pick up my cell phone from the lost and found place at the opera house this morning and I managed to lose my wallet on the way.
Great. Maybe I'm trying to tell myself something? (or as my sister says I should just close my handbag better).
It hits sometimes: this need to change, to take on big tasks, big events, momentous things. It can be expressed in physical alterations: the red hair came after the break-up, and I like it, so it's stayed, even though the meaning of it has evolved. It used to be a big Leave me alone sign. Now I just think it suits me.
I feel it coming, this new wave of change. I'm looking forward to new music listening (thanks for the recommendations by the way), and to new authors. I started wearing dresses in September.I never used to.
So when I knew I would have to take a three-week break from training because of asthma, I decided I was going to do it.
Most people don't like it.
Funny how I don't care. Funny how I like it, and how it's my own promise to myself.
I wonder where I'm going, but I'm shedding old memories and dreams, and my newness is startling and wonderful.
All I need to do now is stop losing all my frakking stuff!
