Nostalgia...

[tinuvial]

Someone online was clamouring for a pic of me today, so I visited my old Geocities website. I haven't updated it since January of 1999. Wow, talk about lax! I thought I was bad with this journal. Anyway, reading through my old poetry there made me a little nostalgic, and I just felt like mentioning it here. Almost all of the poetry there was written for men in my life. Some of them know who they are, and others are long gone from my circle. At least I managed not to cry. I like to tell myself I've moved on, but I don't think that will ever really be true. Que sera sera. I'm happy with my life now, and I understand what's ahead for me. I also understand that I've got to do this alone, that the time for "me" may never come, and that I'm really OK with that, because I'm not about to go backward on my path. I reconnected with other things today, in my spiritual reading, and I'm coming to grips with a lot of the uncertainties that have been clouding my vision. I need to have more faith in myself, to listen to my inner voice, and to take the risks I have to take because without great risk, there is no reward. Only a couple of more pieces to the puzzle, and I'll be moving forward at a prodigious rate. I've just got to keep eating the elephant one bite at a time until it's gone. Then I'll have to start in on the next elephant.

Ciao for now.