This week has been a doozy. It's had extreme highs and devastating lows. And lots of question marks strewn in between. It will take a while for me to sort things out in the grand scheme of things to know how to talk about all that's going on. I apologize if the blog will suffer a bit during the figuring. I promise to make it up to you.
It's raining outside right now. At least I think it is. The blinds are closed and I can't see what's what out the window. But it sounds like rain. So I think I'll name it rain and be done with it. I kind of feel like the whale that has a short but pivotal role in the radio show/novels/tv movie/film Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. New experiences fascinated him, even if he was overwhelmed by them. Going through his short but poigniant life was a rush. I loved his attitude, even to the end. It was a much better way to go through life than that chosen by the bowl of petunias.
And that's where I find myself. Chosing attitude. I guess my life is currently at a turning point. It feels like it is, though I can't see out the window to know for sure. So I'm declaring it to be. And I don't yet know what my perspective will be when I move forward from here. I am nearly certain it will be changed from what I'm used to, from what I am comfortable with. But what it will be I haven't a clue.
That's not very accurate. I have lots of clues. I just don't know which ones I will take to heart and which I will ignore at the moment. There are lots of personal choices and decisions to be made, some exciting, others difficult. All important. At least to me. And that's how it should be for a personal perspective change.
I guess I'm approaching the door to the personal perspective vortex (see story reference above). I guess I'll have to push the button at some point and see exactly where I am in the universal scheme of things.
But first I think I'll just take a sip of this lovely, hot cup of tea just over here. Once I remove the dangly bit.
Ah. What's that noise?