These last two months have zipped by, with the word
"zoom" barely legible in the retreating dust.
I finished my course this week, and teaching placement yesterday. I'm now
experiencing this weird "come down" effect; I have been
stupidmadbusy since November and now it feels like there's nothing; it's
vortex-esque.
However, this is merely the eye of the storm; in a month-and-a-bit I'll be off having more adventures.
In this interim quiet, I think I might try to write something else and stick it
up here. In the last four months, I've written three poems that I'm
incredibly happy with - only problem being that I can't publish them quite yet
(they're a bit personal, and the timing would be crap).
In this reflective calm, it's funny looking back to where I was last year. For example, the entry from the 21st
January 2008: I spent the beginning of
last year (and other points of 2008) being dragged around the mud by different
flavours of gorilla. And now I haven’t
been involved in any activism (bar the G20 protest) since last August. I’m
feeling that everything has changed: I’m not the person I used to be. Could I be
that person again or am I too knackered/burned out/cynical?
Anyone else get that?
How do we learn from the past? And can we?
Or should we just let it go, allowing ourselves to tremulously teeter then
topple into whatever experience life chucks at us? I don’t believe in fate, nor in any divine interventions; maybe I
should just jump.
Retrospect: what a fickle friend you are.