For months I have been languishing in emotional pain and distress and in two days time all of that has nearly washed away and I find myself climbing to the top of an emotional high. Am I fickle, or is it life that’s fickle? I can’t decide.

I have not been effective in all aspects of being “me” since I moved to Ohio. I have made critical errors in judgment regarding just about everything. Life, in many ways, is reaching a sort of critical mass. Somehow, though, amidst the turmoil – I have found some focus. I have found some clarity. I have begun to explore creative aspects of myself. And somehow, optimism has found its way back into my heart and I see great things on the horizon. What the hell is going on?

I’m sure you’ve been here too. I’ve been here before, so why is it such a surprise now that…heck…life gets better sometimes? Why is it a surprise that I can be a part of something successful? Forty years have passed and still I strain to figure myself out – I should probably just accept that “I am” and go on.

I guess this is how we learn though – how we grow as humans. Life is cyclic and we humans prone to move in vicious circles, so we go round and round and life comes round and round and…

…the world turns…
…the seasons change…
…things grow and die…

…and here we are. Here we are. I’m glad we’re here. I never, ever want this to end.