Start with the nonsensical title. Composed from the three facts that I’m staring right now at a picture of immense beauty, a flashback to a bad movie turned good experience, and the fact that it’s October and I’m being visited by a slight case of food poisoning. Or could it be too much liquor from the Karaoke session?
Regardless, I was sick and delusional most of my Sunday. You dream some strange things when you’re all feverish and dehydrated. I seemed to have been subjected to a personal mental recounting of my last week or so, personal life wise, which was promptly twisted and tweaked by my subconscious in ways that felt so real I knew it had to be fake.
Maybe blunt honesty will be needed. Will there be enough courage to put myself on the line for what I want? Yes on both counts. As someone told me over the summer, it’s all just kids stuff I’ve been running from. If you’re not willing to put yourself out there, then you never really have a chance to get anything spectacular, right?
Finally managed to pick up a fire-proof box for those ultra-valuable personal documents. One of those things being safeguarded is the last letter my mom ever wrote me. It had been a while since I read it — maybe a year or so — and I wasn’t even looking to get nostalgic or anything. But sometimes it helps to reconnect like that. More tears came to my eyes from just reading those words than I had expected. Just glad Shannon and I all but have her headstone paid for.
Boy, has this been a wandering thread. Not sure if I’m back to soundness of mind just yet.
