It is June 3 and unbelievably, half a year has already passed. Wasn’t it just some time ago that I promised entries that would give me some 52 posts to show for?
I told a friend that time took the super warp speed lane some busy interchange and left me eating its mega zoom-zoom dust. It’s not bad, its taste. I just feel that it would have been better if I had time to savor its nut nuttiness. Or maybe I already have had too much savory and I’d like to be somewhere else blander, leaner, weaning myself from my penchant for the tender and the roasted. Yeah, something to do with that. I am off.
Off to starting a new adventure in my life. What it is, I can only know for sure in a few months, maybe firmly by next year. But I am positive that it will begin with rock-rollin’ times that call for friends-over-at-the-house-for-dinner, for phone-calls-that-will-cost-me-a-few-hundred-pesos-or-so, and for hugs-and-tears-that-have-managed-to-ease-their-way-out-of-me. It will be a roller coaster of the bad and the bad. But I will make sure it makes a better person off of me. I’ve already seen this story’s ending and I know there are sweeter times ahead. Over the hills of naught where everything’s unsalted, there will be a smiling Dee, a very happy me.
I know that I talk in riddles and maybe it is not so for those who know where I am right now. So I will be cheesy and go ahead and say there is no other way for me to go but step forward, and redundantly, onward. As my daughter would dramatically say, “What’s the whole point of {insert whatever point you’re making here}, anyway? I don’t see the point.”
Hah, beat that, silly goose.
0 comments:
Post a Comment