do you ever get the feeling that you've lost yourself?
it's a strange phenomenon, because so many times, the fact that i'm back is my only indication that i'd ever gone in the first place. usually, i don't lose myself in a big way, and it doesn't always last for long, but even if i'm the only one who knows i'm gone, it still feels so good to come back.
seeing someone i love, tasting something i've been missing, rediscovering a simple joy...these are all things i take for granted and then suddenly, they'll feel familiar yet distant, and i remember why i keep coming back. i hit a groove everything is right with the world again - not that i've noticed that anything had been off.
it begs the question: should we cling to this peace we know and crave, or constantly push ourselves out into new horizons where our footing is unsteady and the path unsure? could it be that we should keep one foot on each side, remaining grounded in the familiar while at the same time reaching to grab hold of new and different things that can enrich our lives?
as i wander through this journey called life, i can't help but wonder: can i really remain true to myself as i struggle to become that woman i want to be when i grow up?
1 comment:
I have nothing to say other than I relaly love this post. AND....I understand. You described it so well. "the fact theat i'm back is the only indication that i'd ever gone in the first place." Its tricky - this thing called life. (that makes me think of 'So I Married An Axe Murderer')
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