When a door closes, a window opens. Or, when the door closes, we can finally see the light from the window that was open all the time. May it be so. Even so, I think all my doors are still on the latch at the moment.
Things ending: this month in which I begin the new year at my own speed, getting a head start. Things beginning: this new year.
Things ending, run to the end of the reel and wound up, flapping a little as the momentum runs itself out.
Things ending: my twenties. A decade of transition, of exploration, of losing my confidence and finding it again. A decade of trying things on for size, of ridiculous impulses and paralysing fears.
Things beginning, ever so slowly. My life as a writer who gets paid for writing. ($3: a token amount, token perhaps in more senses than one. A notification arriving 31st December: how’s that for a cosmic message? Except of course 31st December doesn’t mean much to me in terms of endings…)
Things beginning, and having to choose between all the bright wonderful things that might begin, in favour of the one or two that will.