I've seen myself coming and going. I have visited myself, said a few terse words, a darting glance and moved on...forgetting the encounter. I remember it now. Each moment when time stopped, when my heart skipped that peverbial beat and the it raced on. I can only jot down few memories, before they fade. As if the moment was only meant to be felt in stops and starts. beat by beat. OverLoad is not an option.
A high school teacher once told me that Sanity is a Cornered circle
Time and again through oiut my life I have come back to that addage
It's meanings change with each passing moment in mt life
When I finished high school, when was a young wife, when I became a mother for the first time, when my oldest went to her first day of school, when I realized that sex can be better than ice cream, when she got married. When my oldest son graduated from collrge, when I realixed my youngest was a teenager, when I skipped one...two, three menstral cycles, when I could be happy with myself.
All are turning points and all can lead down different paths if I so choose. An each time I learned something new about the world around me a nd Ihow I fit in it.
I am fallible but not inept. trying to do everything and be everything can make you want to go jump off a cliff.
A special kind of fear has invaded our land (US), Almost 5 years after 9-11, this fear is more insidous because it chips away at not only who we are, but at our being, what we could become if we didn't have this dark cloud above us.
