It would be easy to say, in the words of a fb friend, "2011, don't let the door hit'ya on the way out." After all, being told that a family member has a serious degenerative disorder that often manifests in difficult behaviors is one thing; finding a way to come to terms with it is quite another. Salvaging pieces of a former life, attributing meaning to those pieces and creating something new is exhausting. It is, as I have said before, a completely serendipitous, uncharted, off road adventure lacking even the structure of destination.
"What?" You say. "Serendipitous? Adventure? But that sounds so, so...positive. So fun."
One evening last week I found myself sitting in a restaurant in Hanover NH drinking porter and eating a burger, with a rice paper notebook and pen. That is what happens when waiting for a friend and wifi is unavailable. Paper. Pen. Pen to paper. And I thought about how rare it is that one gets to choose a life, a direction, and how fortunate I am to be able to do so.
(The ending two words added 9/21/2014, reading through posts, I wanted to finish this one, but no need to go beyond that.)
"What?" You say. "Serendipitous? Adventure? But that sounds so, so...positive. So fun."
One evening last week I found myself sitting in a restaurant in Hanover NH drinking porter and eating a burger, with a rice paper notebook and pen. That is what happens when waiting for a friend and wifi is unavailable. Paper. Pen. Pen to paper. And I thought about how rare it is that one gets to choose a life, a direction, and how fortunate I am to be able to do so.
(The ending two words added 9/21/2014, reading through posts, I wanted to finish this one, but no need to go beyond that.)
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