A few months ago I experienced something that will forever be embedded in my memory. A marking, defining moment that was here, and then gone. It was this moment…
A few months ago I experienced something that will forever be embedded in my memory. A marking, defining moment that was here, and then gone. It was this moment…
Yeah, I see you come in. It’s strategically 9 minutes past and you know the lights are dimmed and people are standing and the music is blaring so when you slip in the back row, along with the others who arrive late, no one even notices you. You carry ink on your skin – you’re covered. You’ve got punctured metal in weird places, and that odor permeating through your clothes will likely give you away, but you slip in at 9 minutes past because people are distracted and hopefully no one will notice.
Yeah, but I see you.
I remember falling in love for the first time. The first things to catch my eye were his shoes. I know, weird, but they were sporty and I had been watching him for quite sometime. He seemed so nice and caring and I loved that about him, and just knew we would have a fun future together. He was also really cute and I loved knowing he would always look that way. I imagined what our first date, first kiss, and wedding day would be like. We would grow old together.
There often comes a point in a person’s life where she reaches the end of her rope. She is too tired to keep going, too unmotivated to make a change, or too hopeless to move forward. Stuck. Stuck in the past, or present, or future, and reaching her darkest hour, she accepts her lot to be much less than mediocre. This becomes the “new normal” and she is numb. Okay with mediocrity. Okay with going no further. Okay with dull.