“But just because I’ll forget it some tomorrow doesn’t mean that I didn’t live every second of it today.”- Still Alice, by Lisa Genova.
I write to remember.
And, amazingly, it seems I write to live, too- the habit and skill I’ve honed because I’m afraid to lose my past is going to help me secure a future.
2015 is shaping up to be a great year. I’m kicking it off with a month-long sabbatical from alcohol, a positive outlook and the determination to do exactly what I want, whatever that may be. In the recent months, I’ve been building myself up again from the jumbled pile of pieces that were left after two years of chaos and one major life-altering event. I like me. I’ve always liked me, but I didn’t always have the confidence to be me all the time. But I’ve never stopped wanting to know how to put my pieces in the right places, and they feel like they’ve really come together. I’m not done rearranging, and I never will be. I like to learn too much. But I have formed a storm-proof foundation, one that can have anything built on top of it and withstand the regular buffets from my sometimes stormy life.
“I imagine each of my friends as a beautifully hammered and tempered metal- each dent identifying another hardship they’ve come up against and overcome, culminating in an exquisitely textured persona.”- Jenna Kuklinski
A diamond won’t be brilliant if it isn’t cut.