Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Its been a while.

A hectic, mind-bending while.

A while of happiness and joy, of heartbreak and worry, of irritation and self-doubt.

But now its September, and as is my wont, I take myself aside at the start of this month every year, and give myself the luxury of starting anew. The self-indulgent luxury of thinking that I can change the way I am on this planet. That I can take the slightly less than meandering path through the maze of family, work, hopes and dreams and undergo the metamorphosis that is essential to my journey.

The cynic in me whispers "not again, why bother? Aren't you doing just fine the way you are? You can't change the world on your own."

But the relentless optimist roars in my ears, demanding to be heard. You can change. You can make a difference. You can be a better human being.

I can't hear myself think but I am listening. Intently.

I am also gathering my marbles, those that I can find, and I am preparing to play the game again.

I hope the gods are smiling.


Stomper Girl said...

I got quite the shock when your name popped up in my blogfeed! Hello again! I'll play marbles with you.

Warty Mammal said...

I found a bunch of marbles behind the furniture in my kid's room yesterday. You can have them.

secret agent woman said...

A while? Almost half a year, in fact. I like the idea of re-staring in September - I've never quite gotten past the academic calendar.

Molly said...

Whatever about the Gods, I am smiling! Good to see you brandishing the pen again!

meghs said...

Delighted to see you post again - your posts always strike a chord with me.
"What colour is the wind" left me so many streams of thought over winter.
thanks and cheers

Pauline said...

Who cares if the gods are smiling - those of us who come to read sure are!

heartinsanfrancisco said...

They should be because you are a rare gem. I try to reinvent myself in June, when my birthday is, and do believe that as long as we hope and try to be better, we're halfway there. Intent may not be everything, but it counts.

Meggie said...

I keep seeing this message about listening to yourself. It must be meant to be.
On the merry go round of life, as the wind whips in your ears, it is not always easy to hear yourself.
Great to see you back.