Sitting in a cafe in Bangkok, typing away on my phone. I have 15 minutes more to spend before I meet an acquaintance. It’s been a while since I blogged properly, so I thought I could use this pocket of time to do that.
Hello, if you still visit this space from time to time. I have so many photos to share here, and so many thoughts to string into words, but mostly they are just sitting in a folder on my desktop at home, or inside me.
November is way settled into the year, more so than I am. I look back at the year and in my head, it seems like summer just started, but my heart feels like it’s been dragged though winter already.
I’ve done so many things but it feels like I haven’t really done anything much at all.
I think I need some quiet to get my life back. To enjoy being in the home more, to enjoy just being. To do something about that list of to-dos, that list that does nothing for my career. Like reading. To stop putting off things and to stop finding excuses. To treasure. To reprioritize life goals, to listen hard to what the heart wants.
Dear you, I feel it in my bones now, how everything can change in an instant, and I can’t help but love the present more so than ever. That was how I spent the days in your company, and I’ll embrace whatever’s to come the next time I see you there.
Dear you, we could talk about almost anything. When I refused to engage you on it, I wasn’t trying to be on higher moral ground. The truth is, lately, talking about it makes me tear every single time.
Dear you, sorry if I had a part to play in the fix you are now in. I’ll just have to make it up to you in some other way.
Dear you, sometimes you seem so very far away. I hope it’s only in my mind, and the distance will bridge when I see you again.