I forget sometimes that I run for clarity - to be able to see better. Despite thoroughly enjoying my genuine two complete days off in a row, I was feeling punky today. Yes, precisely punky, I'd say. I was able to rationalize my funk as being the result of too much wine and not enough exercise over the holiday weekend, but there was something else. Something that made me feel off.
I watched a sweet but sad excuse for a romantic comedy and then forced myself to put some running clothes on and get on out there. I was barely .25 mile in when I realized without a doubt what was niggling around in my head...
Exactly one year ago this weekend, my neighbor, Ken Ragsdale drew a picture (is this the right word? is there a more correct artsy word I should know?) of the view of Arcadia Avenue looking out from his front porch. That perfect piece of his work now hangs in my house. And, Columbus Day 2010 was when I, too, began to gaze intently at a similar view but somehow my eyes went beyond Arcadia Avenue, and I began to see all kinds of things I hadn't before noticed. Or perhaps, even wanted to notice, would be a more accurate assessment. Ah, yes, the hindsight view.
The path from thinking "nothing will ever change," to living a life that is more vital than ever before, is disconcerting sometimes. Thank goodness for DelSo - it certainly eliminates having to explain a lot of things individually to people since it's all here!
There were layers and layers of emotion that were stripped away, some with a slow erosion, others with something more akin to the proverbial band-aid rip, and, happily, what remains is a true concern for one another and a sincere hope for all future happiness. No longer casting for stability and safety with one another, but instead discovering a future that involves explorations to different places. Happy trails ahead.