I've been feeling really disconnected from my blog for the past few weeks. Starting when I didn't have daily access to a computer, then sadly, continuing once I did. I started asking myself if it was possible that I have "Typer's Block". So I reverted back to the old faithful, pen and paper. What happened next really surprised me. I started reading through some stuff that I'd written last year, and I found out that, I haven't changed at all! My surroundings have.
I'd made a list of things that I found peace and contentment in. The list went as follows: Wintersleep and Bob Dylan CD's, My camera's ability to capture raw insanity and beauty, nature in all of her unpredictability, and last but not least, Matt's daily messages, postcards (he was travelling Europe at that time, and we were living over 5500kms apart) and existence. Ah, simplicity at its best.
So, here I am, a new year, home, job, friends, province, life, and through it all, I am still me. I find a delirious sense of pride in this. I think that everyone expects that with change, we ourselves change. I'm afraid that I am as easily amused as ever.
Here's hoping that whatever is holding me back from writing will soon let go.
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I don't really know you, but I think of you as a sweet soulful person.
i agree with you. sometimes you think that after all we've been through in a year (or whatever), that we're extremely different and that we've "changed a ton!!", but then you think back and read a bit and you're still the same person lol (only w/ more experience, of course)
Exactly my sentiment! I guess i figured that with so much changing around me, I'd be "into new things" and have changed opinions about the simple things that make me happy... But no. I am still listening to the same CD's, feel the same way about photography etc. And, desite having moved in with my boyfriend, I still get butterflies when he sends me an email...
Thank you for your kind words Frederick... What a nice message to come home to!
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