According to all timing, planetary n such, life was to unfold for me last week, and new career yada yada was to become the complete fulfillment of me.
Instead I am in a puddle of unconguiled substance, unrecognizable from the former self, me, no origins of me, no main ingredients, maybe evidence of washed out me, with supporting paperwork to qualify. As empty as I feel, there is also a sense of optimism, for I've been in an inconceivable place before. From there I came to here, and here was a wonderful place until 5 months ago. But I appreciate the subtle loss and surrender of self over the years, and so now more than ever I know great opportunity is before me. For it is certain to be different from the past. The residue of desires is still fragrant enough that the dilution of years and blending cannot disguise the rare original formula.
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