Well. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so give me a few minutes to remember how things work.
Where to even start? To anyone who actually reads this, or cares, I have come out of hibernation. I am no longer MIA.
In the past few months, I have been on a long, fast paced rollercoaster, filled with twists, sharp turns and even a few loops. I actually hate rollercoasters, and have turned down many trips to Adventure Land and Six Flags.
And yet, somehow I ended up riding one, without even knowing it. You know what? It wasn’t half bad.
Last May, I threw a plot twist into my story. Actually a few. The funny thing about my story is that I have absolutely no clue what’s going to happen in the next chapter, I haven’t the slightest idea what I’m going to write. That’s how all the best books come to end up on the shelf after all.
The plot twists changed essentially everything good and bad. People left, people came. The world kept turning.
Let’s throw in a little imagery for you, shall we? I was stuck in a globe, the kind with white flakes of snow that tumble down, brought upon with a violent shake. But the thing was, nobody was shaking my globe. I was in there for a while, and I got pretty cold, it was dark at times, and I was mostly alone.
While I was in my globe, I realized something. Memories are enchanting, but don’t fall under their spell. No matter how many times you wish on 11:11, or yank your eyelashes, you can never recreate those moments. The lighting will be different. The wind will blow from the north instead of the east.
There’s nothing wrong with remembering. Heck, you could think of the past until the cows come home for all I care. But don’t you dare wish to go back. You’re meant to be exactly in the spot you are now, whether you’re reading this from your couch, in the bathroom, or even on a plane.
Wherever you are, be all there.
It was hard to break the glass. It took a lot more strength than I thought, but I think that came with time. And now, holding the shards in my hand, I finally understand all of this. I am on the outside looking in.
Regarding the remaining chapters of my book, they’re coming along. Like I’ve said, people come, people go. And yet, the world keeps turning.
As for me and the memories, I continue to shake things up. It makes the snow fall.