Yesterday morning, early, just as the Pacific sun was beginning to gently lick the horizon with its colors, I embarked on my first “Around The Ala Wai Run” in many years.
It felt…really good.
Afterward, I returned to my condo, proceded to watch the entirety of “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy, and became hopelessly and unapologetically emo for the duration of the morning.
(I suspect this had at least a little to do with being reminded, again, of the close friendship shared by the two characters of Frodo and Sam, something I no longer enjoy with someone who used to be in my life.)
And then something very odd occurred.
I resisted, rather vociferously, the very strong urge I had to stay inside for the rest of the day, ensconced on one of our sofas, drinking heavily, crying, and feeling sorry for myself, and instead, pulled myself up, showered, spent the afternoon shopping and picking up coffees and chow fun with my fabulous roommate, and laughing.
I have a lot to catch up on in here.
I have a lot of stories to tell; stories that I am finally able to tell.
Stories of endings: of the conclusion of my previous living arrangement with an anything but fabulous roommate; of the termination of a friendship I never thought that I would gather the courage required to terminate; and of the dissolution of a ten-year relationship with a certain Fortune 500 firm.
Eventually, I will catch up.
But right now, here, I am finding it more enjoyable to engage in potentially cryptic and vague blog articles; to spend time with those who care about me, and who make me laugh; and to reflect on, and learn from, before writing about, how life is for me now, here at the end of all things.
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