Things fall apart, but they come back together in interesting ways
This is going to sound shallow and simplistic, but I think things changed for the better a few weeks ago when I got a new car. Like, new as in new, a 2007 Honda Element (EX / 4WD / manual / silver). Somewhere around here I’ve got some photos, and once I dig em up I’ll post them. OK, it’s dorky, but I like pictures of people with their cars. And it’s a nice car, very friendly looking, definitely a little yuppie, but hopefully forgivably so. The car was a key step because it meant I didn’t have to keep taking the bus to and from work, which was a huge time sink. And it also meant I could once again listen to music while driving, which generally increases happiness.
And then only a few days ago I moved into a new home. I’m living in the city finally, in Bernal Heights, a couple blocks from a lot of good stuff, near my favorite record store and taquerias, yet peaceful and quiet up a (very) steep hill, with a great back yard and a garage. I’ve got an excellent housemate, and a comfy room, although at the moment I’m sleeping on some borrowed twin mattress pads. The hill is a killer, but it gets my blood flowing, and I’d much prefer to be more up and away from things than smack in the middle. We can see both Sutro tower and the bay, and it all feels very SF. My first day involved getting slicks and flat pedals for my bike, cruising around, getting lunch at revolution cafe, and hanging out in Dolores park with my sister. Very pleasant.
So it’s funny how things both fall apart and come together in waves. A few months ago I was totally discombobulated, taking things one step at a time. And I’m still in transition, but now on an upswing instead of a down. At the same time some of my great friends have been going through all sorts of interesting life events, with babies, weddings, engagements, sabbaticals and trips. So with some patience and some effort, things do come back together.
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November 29th, 2007 at 5:30 pm
I enjoyed the reading and it’s helped shine a little more light on my situation. I’ve lost my family and had a terrible job but with fantastic people who gave me the confidence to go get my dream once more. My Mother was an Artist and my Grand father and now it’s my turn. I’m painting more than sleeping or eating or even sex but i’m loving it to the point of addiction. I can’t believe after a life storey so far of murder, cancer and loss my life is growing ever faster. So your right things do happen for a reason … one job to another, one contact to another and now my Yoga teacher has just told me abt this site. I can’t stop smiling, there has been so many yrs of hurting but now i can’t stop smiling and i never want to. Have a good day…Gail.