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Ch, Ch, Ch, Changes
That update thing I was talking about? Well, this is the beginning of it.
Now that we have that established, maybe I can write something worth reading. Maybe. Thank you all who welcomed me back... It's nice to feel loved. Stay tuned for many sentences ending in....
(I do that a lot don't I?)
As I said before, I was having trouble thinking about where to start. So much has changed in my life! Some Fabulous, some good and some not so much. That's o.k though. If there was nothing but good, we'd forget it was good at all don't you think?
I wrote a long time ago (I've been reviewing my Blurty life; I really can't spell!) about yin and yang and how if you're balanced and consolidated, there'd be no reason to exist. Life is all about the questions you ask. Does that make sense? It sounded really good the last time I wrote it anyway. ;)
So. My Life. I'm now living in Newcastle, which is about ten hours drive away from where I was living before; and considerably colder. On about the 15th July, my partner and I packed up my little Gabbie (that's my car) and drove. and drove. and drove.... All the way here in one go. Considering my partner doesn't drive, "Hooray for me" I say! Lucky we love each other too; my car stereo doesn't work so I was forced to sing. Had it not been for the love that binds us, I'm sure Mr. Squishy (that's what I call him when I'm feeling silly) would have killed me.
I can not sing!
For the past couple of months (which feel like longer) I've just been getting my head around change. New University, new friends, new house. New, new, new everything. (Say 'new' ten times, spin around in a circle then try to jump in a straight line. I dare ya!) Mostly, I've just been hanging on the edge of coping, I'm sure Mr.S has wanted to re-pack my bags to send me home sometimes. But he hasn't. Like I said, lucky we love each other.
That sounds like I'm complaining doesn't it? I'm not though. Well, maybe a little. It's not a regretful complaint. I've just had a lot to deal with, and I don't know what to do with all this 'stuff' inside my head. Mr.S is here, and I've made some friends but, I don't know. New friends just aren't the same as old ones when you need to have a cry are they?
This decision to move here has been mine, and I'm glad I did it. I just don't think I was prepared for what it actually meant in terms of how drastically it would change my life.
I guess all the stuff in my head can go here can't it? It's all good. And I mean that in a good way.8)
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 shakingthetree
2004-09-25 11:03
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I read somewhere once where life is sort of like a trapeze... you're there on your trapeze swing, swinging along in a rhythm, comfortable grip - then all of a sudden, an empty trapeze swing comes towards you. In a split second, you have to make a decision to let go of the swing you're on - that comfortable, familiar swing - fly through the air scarily for a half-second, and grab the new swing.
What if you miss? What if the new swing's not all it's cracked up to be? Will there be more swings?
Well - sounds to me like you've made the choice, flown through midair, and made it to your next swing. And, although it's an adjustment, you've got your safety net beneath you - Mr. Squishy. (pet names are awesome!)
I've a great deal of respect for you - you made a decision that hasn't been an easy one, and you're landing on your feet - perhaps a bit scared, but happy nonetheless. You should be very proud of yourself.(Reply to this) (Thread) |
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