Today I was inspired to rejoin the blogosphere with a different appreciation for getting my thoughts, feelings, and ideas out into the world.
I am watching a fascinating documentary on summer camp and having never been to summer camp, I can't really relate. However, I always had amazing summers growing up...even though we didn't usually go anywhere in particular. We weren't a Disney World, beach, exotic location type of family. We were more the relax at home and then go to family reunion for a weekend type of summer. That being said, I think my best summers started after I went to college, and was able to choose my own adventure (so to speak) for the summer. There is something so magical about the times with your friends before really "growing up" and making your own way.
These times are quickly drawing to a close and my "real life" is going to begin. I am simultaneously thrilled and terrified at the thought of losing myself in the past and living the future with only memories of my former interesting self. I feel myself clinging to the people and memories of those times and almost unwilling to move forward and make new memories with new people. I don't want new people...I want my old people, with new memories.
In the musical of my life, I hope this intermission with the powerhouse song and still more greatness to come. The conflicts will resolve in time and the love of my life with magically appear with admiration for me and what I have to offer. Of course, there will be a reprise of the best moments leading up to one show-stopping finale where the whole cast of characters and the chorus join me to celebrate :) Hopefully, this moment doesn't happen at the eternal finale, but rather just in time for me to start a broadway sensational sequel.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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