Painting Ships at Sea by Ye Olde Art Shoppe
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” — Mark Twain
I sit here wondering about where the road today will bring me? I’ve got plenty to do physically, just pondering the else, the other, that is what is on my mind as of this moment in time. The rain outside is as always soothing and I feel more at peace now than I have in awhile.
I start my new job at some point after today since it be day two of orientation. Im hopeful for two things in particular: one is to gain back use of my vehicle so I can more easily get back&forth to work, but most of all two is that I wish to make some friends. Friendships I have found are the only things in life that mean anything. Relationships, family, they can always let you down; but it is that net, that proverbial trapeze net that is always there waiting to catch you. Of course I could always simply go to the nearest fountain and get myself a bottle of wine (or two) for some self-medication. However, since I am no Anita Ekberg with a Trevi Fountain and nor am I twenty-one(only 5 more months) I will have to simply rely on those people down below with all the trust in my being.
My friends, old and new. They have changed, you have changed. I HAVE CHANGED, but that trapeze is still there, stronger than ever. Of course a few people have let go, which is normal in all counts a part of life, but there has always been that person or even two that have taken its place. Maybe not right away, but they have appeared.
So, here I am. At this point in my life where transition is by all counts a definition of my self. Some of you may nor may not know. I simply don’t know, I am not omniscient after all(much to my disappointment) that I have sailed away off to a grander world, a new world.
This new world is filled with such potential! Such grand designs waiting to be woven. Of course unpacking does take time. But since I have very little luggage, it shouldn’t take too long. But these things doo take time. I have not done the whole falling on the floor saying “home” yet, but it is coming(once I can clean and actually SEE the floor) haha.
There is so much potential! I actually have a chance to start out fresh, start a whole new me. A whole new direction in life! Some say I am stupid for leaving. Some say I am far too pretentious in my ways, others are simply jealous and then there are those who are happy. Happy that I am gone(for their sake), and that I have left(to follow my dreams). The later individuals are my most cherished, and I smile at them every night as their faces pass my mind and my eyes of course, I have PICTURES! And after all this moving and shipping off to a foreign land has become more grounded and less fluid, I will know. I will finally know where I am and whom I’ve become. I have a path, in life, and elsewhere. I merely need to find the nearest proverbial gas station and ask for directions to get back on the interstate.
And if this whole thing explodes before my very eyes and in my face, blasting shards of debris in my mouth leaving me gasping for air? Well, then hopefully I will be twenty-one by then and there is always that fountain down on Washington…
