I am not one to half-heartedly make something, so here is a rewrite on my first blog entry of the year.
This post was originally about how I picked up my camera again, to take the self-portraits I shared here. I was working on another write-up when a dear friend reached out to me. I realized that my first post deserved to be better, and she reminded me of what I wanted to write.
While I have not spoken with her in the last two months, she has always been a most trusted confidant. And now, I am amused by the thought that she is the only person who still bears my past dreams. I have not told her about all the things that have changed in my life. Not yet, at least.
I would be honest and admit that for some time I felt devastated about it. After all, it was a goal that has taken us years to realize and inevitably, taken years from each one of us. However, I have always known myself to recover from any hurt in a short amount of time. I trusted that I was going to save myself, and I did.
I know I risk appearing cold and callous for divulging this hidden self. But understand that this is never done out of spite. The beauty of life is its complexity and yet, some things should remain simple. And in my life, I always aim to be simply happy.
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