Mar 7, 2010 0
Waking Up, Growing Up
I used to be a much more prolific blogger once, and perhaps a better writer if you favour the sort of writer who rambles prettily about the things she’s been up to, or indeed about nothing at all.
To be fair, life has been absurd over the past year or two, and I’m only now just starting to shed the feeling that the bottom has fallen out of my world. I’ve been reading old posts, and it seems like I fell asleep one day as a art student and have only just woken to find myself thirty, in a corporate job, playing activist in my spare time and inexplicably, terribly in love with Perth. (Says she who spent so many years plotting her escape.)
I’m a less lyrical writer, a more talented photographer, a more absent friend, a better and more prolific artist. There’s dust on my musical instruments and on my gaming rig. I’d like to do something to fix that. I’m both fiercer and more gentle, both more and less patient. So it goes.
In the interim, I’ve learned something about loving people and places for what they are, and letting relationships be the shape that fits. I have a lot more to learn, but also plenty of love. And for the first time in a long time, I’m looking at my life and wondering where I’ll be this time next year, instead of fighting to stay afloat in the current.
