Disappearance

It is possible to embrace change, in the same instance in which you feel your own doubts raining down on you. I can’t blame anyone for making me feel any particular way… sometimes it’s hard to know when it is appropriate to behave selfishly. In the moments that I am being honest with myself I know that the direction I am moving in is the right one, and yet there is the doubt, the uncertainty, and the knowledge of the things that I will leave behind.

There are those that wish for things to remain as they are, they fear the coming changes to the status quo. I understand that, truly I do… and yet that fear drags at me like a weight. I feel as though I am sinking under its pressure.

I want to be able to reassure everyone that everything will play out as it ought. I am not truly leaving, just initiating a short migration. There are those who deem the incumbent changes as my disappearance and I don’t know how to combat that idea. How can I confirm that is not the plan?

I suppose it’s just another matter in which time must run its course. There is no way to prove the happenings of the future except to live through the present and actually reach and then live those future days. This isn’t as reassuring a thought as it is intended to be, or perhaps it’s not intended to reassure. Perhaps this is merely an irrefutable fact, meant only to be true and not to be construed as either good or bad.

It seems to be a solid truth that where there is any amount of certainty there must also exist an equal or greater dose of uncertainty.

Warm Weather Please

I was driving to work this afternoon, and it occurred to me how much I detest the transition between winter and spring in Michigan. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait for spring to get here. I long for warmer weather.

My problem lies in the fact that looking out the window you are deceived into believing that it is a warm, beautiful day out and then you step outside… For instance, this afternoon the sky was a magnificent robin’s egg blue, there were wispy cloud strewn about. The sun was smiling down on the pavement.

By all accounts it should have been a lovely day, aside from the horrendously frigid air. Warm weather, where for art thou?