…Or The Places Where We Come Back To.
I didn’t realize it hasn’t been as long as I thought since I last posted. Fact of the matter is, I forgot I even HAVE a blog and I last remember updating in June.
It’s really been a rough several of months. I seem to keep saying that, but perhaps it’s because it keeps being true.
I am finding my self in a condition, in a place, I never imagined I would be in. It’s terrifying to me. I feel that every little thing is final, and indicative of something much larger, however my logical brain knows that can not really be the truth.
I also find it really, universally, unfair – because I never took anything for granted, I never felt myself above anything or anyone else’s circumstances.
I know, also, I can not move forward with that mind set. It isn’t a matter of what is right or fair or even HOW it happened or laying blame; it’s a matter of realizing where you are and making a decision rather you want to be there or not and what you have to do to change it.