Posted by debaucherysoup
This will be a serious post.
Over 9000 people have read my words. 9000 people have in essence, read my diary.
I’m undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts. Still safe in my cocoon, but allowing myself to grow and change and take one of the dead bolts off of a door of opportunity.
I imagine I’ll emerge with fragile wings – still clinging to the husk that was my safe place for so long.
I’ll be still – and feel the winds of change around me and know that they are making me stronger – drying those wings.
I’ve been deep in thought, in my cocoon. Contemplating, pondering, analyzing, processing. This is how I do things. I do not chide myself for this.
After years of foolish abandon, how can I not believe this to be growth?
I processed Nic growing from child to man – you were there with me. Thank you.
I processed my past to some relief – you were there with me. Thank you.
Is it any wonder my profession is that of Processor? Funny, I hadn’t thought about that until just now.
I take information given to me and make sense of it. Turn it into something real – affording customers I come to adore a home.
I make it personal.
I make it personal … at work, with strangers that become friends.
Yet I still struggle with taking my personal life to another level.
I joke about becoming a cat lady – but really, I was going to be okay with that.
I had become, comfortably numb.
But, I’ve been listening to music lately. Not the radio. But, deep immersion – head phones, staring up at the night sky – feeling as though I’m on the prespicice of something. An awakening.
My heart swells and my soul warms my shell.
A new chapter is perhaps ready to be written.
And if you’re here with me – thank you.