I think sometimes I get so overwhelmed by how much I have to say that I spend months in silence. I remember writing that last blog post, and I remember feeling crushed by the reality of things and events at that time. Most obvious, my Grandma's passing. It's surreal and just plain weird at times how life just goes on. I'm constantly amazed at how life seems to go by faster the older I get.
I miss the slow and steady pace of being a kid. The care-free summers spent at the pool or riding bikes or whatever. I never bitched about being hot then; at least I don't remember bitching about the temperature. There are so many things that I sit out on now because I don't want to sweat or get eaten alive by bugs. I wonder a lot when exactly I started caring about bug bites and sunburns.
Anyhow, summer has come and gone. It was busy as usual. It wasn't exactly remarkable, but it wasn't unremarkable either. It just was. Life just is. There a a thousand things I want to say about my life; about things that have and haven't happened. I feel a bit like I just go in circles sometimes -- like it's all a bit too cyclical and repeatitive. I wake up dizzy sometimes, ready for change.
I feel like I'm embarking on a season of change. Big change. And it feels different than it ever has. I think it's what lead me back to my blog. I know I'll have words for it. Words I'll need to put somewhere. Here.
