I lost my writing place, had it taken from me, so please be
patient as I search for words, any words, lost words, words that no longer flow
as freely as when I first started blogging, when I first sat down in my small
private room—a place where I could escape servitude for a few hours each night.
Now I’m in a strange place, standing nowhere in particular, like an ex-felon
breathing fresh air after a long long bit, shaking the stink from my clothes, reinventing
myself, trying to develop a new identity, trying to regain beliefs I once held.
Lost time changes a person: I no longer have faith in the institution of marriage;
I no longer have faith in our judicial system; I no longer have faith in the
men in blue who are here to “serve & protect.”
A white female teacher had difficulty gaining the respect of
her students. Her female coworker sat in on the class to observe. The students transformed
themselves into perfect angels, working independently, raising their hands when
needed, and basically playing the role of poster-perfect students. However,
once the coworker left the classroom they went back to their old ways,
disregarding their assignments and arguing and cussing for the sake of arguing
and cussing. Their teacher demanded to know why they showed respect to her
coworker and not her.
I have learned not to question what goes on around me or why
things turn out the way they do. I am here for one person. I am here for me. I
am back. I have returned. For how long I do not know. And I am in a much better
place.
When it began: Seeking Closure Amongst the Sharks
When it began: Seeking Closure Amongst the Sharks
11 comments:
You are indeed in a much better place now. I too had to reinvent myself – and I very much like the person I am now. It is possible.
Never mind those other things – have faith in yourself. The words will flow. (They already are...)
Welcome back to Blogland.
Luck, man. That's about all I can say. Luck.
You're always welcome at the Hello Kitty Room ... meeeeeooooowwww!
Welcome back!
Glad to see you back. MW
You have to appreciate their honesty. Seems somewhat more reliable than from those who purport to have it. Glad to see your "Stockholm Syndrome" existence is behind
you. Look forward to your stories and the spin you put on them. Lord knows you have much material...Banging the gong he's back!!!!
Huck and his gang :)
Go for it, man! This is an eloquent reboot, certainly. Cheers ~~
Pretty amazing how you can get burned by fire but still go through it and have your sanity remain (well in your case "somewhat" {:-]}) intact.
Welcome back to cyberspace.
Man, if suffering produces art, it really shows in your new foray into blogland. It has made you into a mature, disciplined writer...And I echo Donald France in saying that bigod, you are even eloquent.
Hurray!
Change can result into total upheaval. I remember how it was soon after my husband died two years back. It seemed like regression at first, but as time flew I only became positive that life was just giving me another chance once again , to reinvent. Surely, when one door closes, another one opens up...
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