Circa 2006
Where I Was
I have been thinking about what I want to do with myself. In life, that is. Realistically, what are my boundaries, if any? I have lived hand-to-mouth since I was 18, occasionally spending too much, digging a hole only to get us out again. And here I am now, five years later, with the prospect of rising above and having something substantial to show for all of the sacrifice, on my part, my family's part, Shaelyn's part. It's not something that can be fully absorbed in one sitting. I have been savoring the flavor for a few weeks now, unwilling to let it sink in, relenting to comprehend what I once labeled internally as a pipe dream. Is this what security feels like? Am I standing on solid ground? I skeptically stomp my foot and wait for an echo. Nothing......
I have seen enough of this world to know that "Over the Rainbow" is only a song that Judy Garland sang and not an attainable state of being that persists. Oh, but there are moments...tiny, precious moments, in which that song blares unforgivably in my head...piercing my woebegone world with happiness and gratitude...shaking me into consciousness and out of complacency. Bless those moments. Shame on me for being so easily discouraged, so quickly pessimistic. After all, I have not led a charmed life in any sense of the phrase; But I certainly haven't led a life lacking excitement, passion, love, intensity, laughter, humor, or enlightenment.
Sometimes it's just nice to know where you stand...solid or shaky...at least your feet are on the ground.
