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Published on July 24, 2017

I’m just ready. I’m ready to be where we’re going to be. Especially as I read over old entries and ruminate on the fact that I wrote them 10+ years ago, I’m overwhelmed with the desire to get off the merry-go-round before I’ve been on it another 10 years without realizing. I don’t feel particularly old, but the numbers don’t lie, and as thinking about my memories in 10-year blocks becomes the norm, a sense of mild panic sets in that I’m not in a sustainable place—whatever that means.

All I know is that I’m not meant to be here long-term. When will it stop? If I’m honest, I’ve been restless my whole life—hence the reference to the Platonic ideal of “Home” a few posts down and the desire to attain that being such a driving force. I’m ready to be Home. Help me to be patient.

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