Friday, March 23, 2012
Next Slice of Life
It has flat out been an almighty long time since I sat down to write.
Well, anything not work related. And even that is mostly someone else’s words to get someone else’s message out to someone else.
But for me to just let my words ramble, it’s been awhile. Busy living life, I guess.
I bought a house. That was a bit of a time for me. Waiting to see if there was any possible way it could happen, waiting for the disappointment which I was sure was to come, waiting for the final straw that would break this camel’s back.
But all those black words were held back by some unseen Hand.
Instead, the mortgage was granted. The money came through. The miracle was known.
Then came the packing and the moving and the unpacking.
Well, the unpacking is still to be done. I figure I have 30 years. I can take my time. No one else here seems to mind.
It’s different, this home ownership thing. I like it, mostly. I haven’t really been here much, truth be told. I have work to do and people to see and relationships to build. It’s a good season, but busy.
Spring has opened its door to us, too. One day we had snow – lots of it, heavy, slushy wet and chilly snow. Piled up hither and yon and making the world a dangerous place to drive.
The next day it was spring. 50 and then 60 and then 70 – almost 80 degrees. We’re not even done with March, yet, and it’s practically summer out there.
But some seasons are like that. You don’t expect them to end. You think they are going to be here awhile and you kind of get used to them. The crowded space gets comfortable. The negatives surrounding you become bearable, even familiar enough that you don’t try to change them.
The season changes.
You wake up and it’s 70 degrees and you own a house with a yard and a garage. It doesn’t seem possible, this new season, but there it is. You can’t deny the flowers budding. You can shut your eyes, but when you open them, the sun will still be shining.
I want to walk on this water to test it out and see if it’s real, but I’m afraid if I push too far the curtain will fall and I’ll realize it was only a short act before the final scene.
Maybe that’s what’s kept me from writing. Putting the words on paper gives them credence and life.
So. Here they are. The words that need life.
I own a house. I have a college degree. I have a car. There are two books floating around the universe right now with my name on the cover as author. Me. Kris A. Newman. My kids are grown and amazing. I have a vast, eclectic collection of friends and kids and people I love. I have memories of incredible, frightening, hilarious, amazing times through which I’ve lived.
I crossed the bridge.
The season changed.
Ok. Let’s start the next slice of time…..