A Line in the Sand XVI ***

Being an account of our Hero through a period of definition, which is all of the periods really, but there’s a few particular blips of interest on the radar

For a while there I wasn’t particularly sure this place would still be standing for this entry. Then for a while things got so profoundly crazy that I didn’t have time to think about it at all. So for the first time, I’m making my line in the sand late.

I’ve just spent the last few weeks on a deeper than usual clean of a few of the darker spaces of my physical life. Turned up a lot of old paperwork, some that makes me smile, and some that doesn’t. The old cards from the kids are hilariously fun, though I again wish I’d stopped to make the culprits sign their names.

Unexpectedly, I feel like the action has freed me, in some way. I’m unstuck or at least less stuck because I threw out so much stuff. I’m in position to command my world. It’s a good feeling.

So this is me. I’m forty and feeling it in a few ways as my identity starts to define itself around my reality. I’m procrastinating on getting my first pair of multi-focal glasses. I’m losing my job in 3 months if not sooner.

But life is really very good. I feel like all of the things that I have chosen or allowed to hold me in place are falling away and I’m at the cusp of profound motion.

I feel free.