liberation

I wanted to send some emails to people this afternoon, but it doesn't look like there's going to be time, since I leave for my conference in 20 minutes or so, and there are some last minute things I need to do. I feel like this is a major trip for some reason, although I'll be back in 48 hours. Maybe because it's coming at such a...crucial?...time for me.

Do you think we overdramatize certain life events in order to make our lives seem a little more important? I think we might. Of course, a life narrative without some ups and downs might not make a very interesting story, or a very interesting life. I always say I don't want to be mundane and my wish has been granted. But maybe it's so important for me not to be mundane that I (unconsciously, consciously?) steer my life in dramatic directions from time to time.

I felt, today, as I was walking near the Spurlock Museum, back home from the ER where I spent the afternoon writing, that I was waking up. That I'd had a sort of veil of illusion over my eyes and now it's been lifted. That I am starting to come to terms with myself. It felt liberating, if a bit scary, since I think I'm going to have to make some big decisions in the next few months about the next year or two of my life and what those years are going to be about.

Probably won't be able to post in Ohio, but I'll be back in a couple of days. I hope you enjoy the break.