Call me fickle or indecisive, I neither mind nor deny being called both. I had intended to end this blog (yes, I know, for the nth time, but, as the song goes, well, “I’m still here.”) because I wanted to move on from another phase in my life.
I thought I was through with this diary and was ready for more serious (even if, yes, even more cryptic) self-expression. Yet I got off that boat too soon and found that I lacked the stamina for long-distance swimming. Needless to say, I almost drowned (yet again).
Why prelude? I still had two entries to post last May that I wasn’t able to process. While these images were from two months ago, they look as if they belonged to somebody else. To another lifetime.
I need closure with that period before I can move on. Before I continue learning longer strokes. Before I learn to breathe properly. Train my lungs.
So here I am again to share laughter and lighter songs.
Back on this boat, I am back in training. Even more determined.
Nearly drowning makes one’s perspective sharper. Hopefully I’m all the wiser.
Short-sleeved shirt, G200