There comes a point in time for everyone when you realize what truly matters to you, what life is all about. This week has been a very rough week for me emotionally. My mom's doctors have decided that there is nothing else they can do, that we can only make her comfortable. Everyone keeps telling me to enjoy the time that I have left with her. Maybe it's my one track mind, but how can I enjoy it when I already know the inevitable?
Life can change so quickly and so immensely, it will keep your head spinning. We always wonder why things happen the way they do and most of us will never know why, yet we are forced to accept it and move on. How are you supposed to find peace if you have so many unanswered questions? How do you move on from something you can't comprehend?
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Stuck...on what?
Are you ever running late for work, hair frazzled, outfit half wrinkled, rushing because you're late, and you somehow manage to get your shirt stuck on the doorknob, as if it's trying to tell you not to go?
That's a slightly more dramatic metaphor for how I'm feeling about life in Richmond. I was born and raised here and have only lived elsewhere for two months out of my 25 years. I'm not someone who craves routine, so it almost feels torturous to have not tried living anywhere else.
I have always wanted to just pick up and start fresh but always felt as though something is holding me back. This past year has put a lot of things into perspective and I've learned that life really is too short to settle for anything less than what you've dreamed of. Everything you know and everything that is comfortable can be changed in an instant, which just reinforces the ideal that we should never take anything - or anyone - for granted.
I refuse to be that person who wakes up one day and realizes that I haven't done any of the things I've wanted to. Which brings me to my next thought: what do I want to do with my life?
I want to live my life. I want to live in another city. I want to get a job doing what I love. It's time to accomplish something.
That's a slightly more dramatic metaphor for how I'm feeling about life in Richmond. I was born and raised here and have only lived elsewhere for two months out of my 25 years. I'm not someone who craves routine, so it almost feels torturous to have not tried living anywhere else.
I have always wanted to just pick up and start fresh but always felt as though something is holding me back. This past year has put a lot of things into perspective and I've learned that life really is too short to settle for anything less than what you've dreamed of. Everything you know and everything that is comfortable can be changed in an instant, which just reinforces the ideal that we should never take anything - or anyone - for granted.
I refuse to be that person who wakes up one day and realizes that I haven't done any of the things I've wanted to. Which brings me to my next thought: what do I want to do with my life?
I want to live my life. I want to live in another city. I want to get a job doing what I love. It's time to accomplish something.
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