A new academic year. A new university president. All new students. A new class for me. New places to go this year. I am moving forward, lurching and chugging along. Letting go of the old makes room for the new. Why is this so hard for me? I sit on the floor and do my yoga stretches in pain. It didn't used to be this hard. I see Jane Fonda get old but she still looks better in a leotard than I do. Old men ask me out. Young ones flirt with me. I chopped my hair off because it was weighing me down. I miss my friends who are gone, really gone. I want to see some people from my past, but I can't because they are so hateful to me. How is this my fault? Why can't I just focus on the people who have always been good to me? I thought I'd never have any regrets if I did everything with my heart wide open. Didn't I? Didn't I do everything with my heart wide open??
COME AND GET ME, ghost from my past. We could settle this once and for all. Instead of that lingering bitterness. I know you are angry. I know it because you refuse to talk to me. I heard you had a funeral for me, even though I'm not dead.
I am still moving along, but maybe not quite as fast as I used to. I didn't have a funeral for you. I couldn't stand to think about you.
This lady doesn't want to live with any regrets.
Today a student came in wanting to retake some classes. He plans to get a degree from another university, and he wants his transcript to look better. But, I asked him, why bother trying to clean up your mess here when you can start NEW somewhere?
He thought about it, and then he left. And I thought about it, too.
COME AND GET ME, ghost from my past. We could settle this once and for all. Instead of that lingering bitterness. I know you are angry. I know it because you refuse to talk to me. I heard you had a funeral for me, even though I'm not dead.
I am still moving along, but maybe not quite as fast as I used to. I didn't have a funeral for you. I couldn't stand to think about you.
This lady doesn't want to live with any regrets.
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| I don't know who took this picture. But I like it! |
Today a student came in wanting to retake some classes. He plans to get a degree from another university, and he wants his transcript to look better. But, I asked him, why bother trying to clean up your mess here when you can start NEW somewhere?
He thought about it, and then he left. And I thought about it, too.
