I feel like I'm speaking into some expansive, dark room...or sending bottled messages out upon a great sea. I have no idea if anyone is listening. Perhaps I'm talking to myself. Assuming with hope that there is someone out there, sitting in the stillness of this room (which is actually quite creepy) or floating about among the waves, I intend to keep writing.
My hope is that my thoughts resonate with someone. I am certainly not alone in thinking that this phase of life is pivotal, and therefore both intimidating and exhilarating. There is a persistent pounding in my chest and a knotting of my stomach. The dreaded adulthood is upon me. I am frightened. I am enlivened.
This past week I got a taste of what I might look like with out the constant identity and security of my family. I was introduced to this girl who is actually sort of wonderful. I like her. She is not so different that I felt a piece of me had been lost, but she is awake. She is funny. She can speak. She is part of something great.
I can feel things shifting. As noted by a friend of mine, I am blossoming.
