A Fresh Start
This week, my heart feels pinched and sore. I’m wrestling with fresh things, old things, dead things, strong things. Heavy new things. Ugly things that won’t give in, and funny things I can’t quite define. I’ll be 36 tomorrow, and am trying to let go of 35 and just keep moving.
Last week, someone suggested that the things I want most in life are eluding me because I haven’t made physical space for those things in my home or my days. My life doesn’t look like a place that could accommodate those things, in other words. So, I am trying to make room. True room, not just suggestive or implied. This is hard.
Moving this site is part of all that. The old one was stagnating and quickly becoming inadequate. The new one is tough to piece together, and for days I have been struggling to complete a short story, a suitable post for this site’s debut. But…it hurts too much…and, I am getting nowhere fast. I know speed is not necessarily the point, but in this instance, I am impatient and want to get it all out. But, I also want to make it sound just right. And so, opposing forces are duking it out.
Something more substantial will be here soon. Or, so I hope, so I would like to promise.