Two years. Twenty four months. One hundred and four weeks. Seven hundred and thirty days. No matter how you look at it, it has been a long time since I posted anything here. How do you account for all those days, hours, minutes in a life? On a ship a log entry is made at a minimum of every four hours, even if nothing significant happens you have to log it. So I guess you can't really go back and recount everything that has happened when that much time passes.
It has been two years that I never could have expected. I have both lost and found people in my life, I have changed professional venues, ran miles transformed myself physically, learned lessons the hard way, let go, moved on and so the list continues. Even though I have not been here I have not let this blog go into cyberspace never to be seen again. I have often thought of updating, thinking of the perfect time to reappear the right thing to say and never bringing any of it to fruition. Yet I never allowed payment on the blog to lapse. I think it is partly because I don't scrapbook anymore, I kept the blog because I wanted a record of my life. Life goes on and so it goes. We can't ever really know what our track line will be, we can steer a certain course but there is always wind and current to account for in order to reach our destination. I no longer believe in fate, karma, everything happening for a reason, luck or anything else of that nature. It just is what it is....and is what we make of it. We can sit around waiting for life to happen or we can get up and make it so.
These past two years have been a time for healing in an unexpected place with unexpected faces around me. Where do I find myself today? At a crossroad. Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end and I'm happy to embrace it and move forward, no matter which direction it takes me in. Change is never easy which is why so many people stay stuck in a rut. It make us uncomfortable to leave what we know because the more we know something the easier it is. If you comfortably stay in your rut long enough one day you wake up and your life has passed you by.Everyday, every minute we get a chance to start something new. Life unfolds like a long winding road before us. Like a course line drawn on a chart connecting the destinations and port calls of our life. We can walk, we can run, we can lay down in the middle of the road and observe. I want to believe I am right where I should be most of the time but the track changes the course adjusts and so do we. Time to move on set sail and see where I end up.