The absolute best part of this blogspot?
The anonymity it provides.
I can say what I want.
How I want.
To whomever I want.
And there it is.
And so.
Here we go.
I'm off on another adventure.
It's beginning today.
Ironies aside, today is almost over.
The beginning walked in quiet.
In a pile of dirty dishes.
A vacuum whirring and the sound of texts pinging back and forth.
I found it in an old picture.
The one above actually.
One of the last few times I had actually...seen myself.
And known something had to change.
It had been the worst year of my life.
The actual worst year.
And the year that followed would be the best.
But.
I didn't get to relish in that adventure.
It was relished for me.
This adventure.
33 and half day one?
Is the beginning of a really critical one.
I want it documented.
So that sometime down the road, when the steps are rockiest, I have a place to remember when they weren't so bad.
When everything was as clear as it was this day.
When Mr. Matt wrapped his arm around me, inside of Shelton Hall's top floor to say goodbye.
Another summer at the Boston Ballet in the proverbial books.
I ponder in some random way the life lessons that job taught me, the people it brought into my life and the wanderlust I have for that time and those people, but knowing that as Wendy did from Peter Pan, we grow up and move on and hope to hold to the shortest of tethers the people and places that really mattered.
Life.
As it so often does has changed so wonderfully in the weeks and years since.
But the journey, has oft gone undocumented.
And so. dear reader, from here on out.
I'll have something to say.
And today, is just the beginning.
