Memories have strange ways.. When you reach your own Ground Zero, they just come flooding back. Happily these are all the greatest memories of my life. The trips and the treks, the late night movies, the rafting, the mountains, the budgeting, Accenture's Training, the friends I made, Work (my savior), trying to give everything my best!
Each moment in this past year and a half has been a learning curve in every possible way. I had surrendered Hope then. Now I am hoping against hope each day. Isn't that the best possible change? I have made some promises to myself, regrets can come back later. I am hopeful, hopeful to find whatever it is that I am searching.
And strangely there seems to be no rush. No pain. No loss. My weakest links have been erased I suppose. And I am still alive.
On my Ground Zero, yes these are strangely turbulent times. There is still a rebellion going on. But it is dulling bit by bit. What I can clearly see, that gets my best. And what is to come, can take its time. No time for regrets.
No (woe)man, No Cry ;)
A salute to the happy memories. You made me smile yet again.
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