Okay, so with all my free time, I’ve obviously had significantly more time to read. Truth be told, I’m doing most of my “reading” while I’m driving ten hours each week. I *heart* audio books. They are sooo much more convenient, and I can take them with me while I walk. I’ve mentioned this before, no?
Along with my free time and my dedication to finally reading the classics we were assigned to read in high school, I’ve come to some astonishing conclusions. If you are still in high school, I beg you to skip this post entirely.
*looking to see if all the minors have cleared the room*
I often wonder if there might possibly have been a path I could have taken differently. A path that would have left me less alienated from my paternal family. A path that would have kept me within those bounds that tied me to people I called my own.
In a fit of desperation, I try to reach out to them. My words fall upon closed doors and closed hearts. And why?
Was it something I had said? Or something I had written? Was it something so unforgivable that there was never a chance to repair it? Had I known that said atrocities would severe those ties permanently, would I have done whatever it was that I did?
Look! Very little time has passed and yet still MORE life lessons.
I must be in the student phase of life once again. It happens at least once a year for me, but lately I have had far more student experiences than teacher experiences. No worries, though, I know for certain that with every phase in my life comes the gradual movement to the next phase. That’s just how this life works.
