Retrospective Weekend

My mom came to Los Angeles for the weekend. It was her first time here in a year, almost exactly to the week. It made us both think about where I was a year ago, when I called her in tears, asking her to please come help me pick of the pieces of my shattered everything as my entire perception of reality began its slow, tumultuous tumble.

It has been almost a year since the shit hit the fan, in pretty much every area of my life.

And so I am asked by close friends, "Can you believe it has been a year? How does it feel?"

And so I answer.

It feels like everything has changed and it feels like nothing has changed. I feel reborn and I feel I am who I have always been. It suddenly no longer feels strange, the void of individuals left behind and that in and of itself is the strangest thing ever. It has all been so very neccessary. I would say so very unfortunate but unfortunate becomes fortune, as I've discovered the line between the two to be more thin than we can usually see in a moment. The #1 thing I have learned in the past year is that everything finds its way in time and nothing can ever be forced. Life keeps happening for living every day but the details right down to emotions take their precious time to arrive when they see fit. One can not be something they are not meant to be and the greatness of what one is meant to be is found within more than anywhere else on this physical plane.

As Liza belts, "One day it's kicks, then it's kicks in the shins, but the planet spins..."

Song of the Week: "But The World Goes 'Round" - Liza Minnelli