Dwelling vs. Sorting
It's been mentioned by a couple folk that I seem to be dwelling on my past a little too much. I guess by writing about certain things, getting them out of my head and down where I can sort through them isn't something everyone understands. For the last year or so I've had some great but odd changes happen. It's taken some time and effort to wrap my head around it all. There is nothing about this life that is like the one before it. Not one thing. I've changed jobs-went from outside to inside-so to speak, I've gotten remarried-scary scary move, and I've gone back to college-something never before considered. I live on the opposite side of town, I live with a new mate, a new/old set of friends, my social life is different, my personal belief structure has been reaffirmed, my life is stable....etc etc etc. There are little things that are different: I still keep a clean house, but it's not spotless like it used to be (change). I cook ...