Over the years there have been times, now and then (as I suspect there are for everyone) at which I stop and say, “Oh, me, it’s time to re-center myself. I need to stop everything I’m doing, take a deep breath, and find perspective.”
The process of actually doing this would usually involve reflection, a change in behavior patterns, sleep schedule, or spending habits, a bit of writing (whether here or elsewhere), and a conscious decision to make things different in my life.
They were always useful, these moments, and I’m not sorry at all for having them. The thing is, I used to have them every couple of years or so. But now I’m having them every couple of days, it seems.
Perspective is incredibly difficult to find just now. Maybe I’ve crossed that threshold… too many living arrangements in too many years. Too many major cities, too many jobs, too much of everything since 2003. Three years, two schools, five cities, six careers, seven homes. I don’t know where I am anymore. Maybe I don’t know who I am anymore.
The last few days I don’t have anything to say anymore. I (and others) have at least noticed that.