I've become a little obsessive-compulsive trying to pinpoint that exact moment where things started to go horribly wrong. You'd think that having a blog would make this easy but, since I never write about the more personal aspects of my life, it really doesn't. The blog entries are a terrific walk down memory lane, yet woefully incomplete. Superficial ramblings rarely provide any clues as to what was going on below the surface, and that's where the answer lies.
But then I spotted a picture of myself when I was in Portland on August 29th, 2008.
This triggered something in my head, but the image was too small to figure it out. So I spent a little time going through backup archives and tracked down the original photo.
Sure enough, after looking into my own eyes, I was able to put the pieces together and figure out exactly where the turning point was...
It was three days before this picture was taken. Even if I didn't realize it at the time.
Time to let go of the past and move on.
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I think this is the blog version of vaguebooking. I’m too nosy and curious to be able to handle a post like this! haha
Time for a new list!
I have a list I’ve been slowly working my way through. Not 100 items though. That is friggin impressive. But I managed to scratch something off the list 2 weeks ago.
My list was inspired by my aunt who spent five years fighting ovarian cancer. During those five years she taught me that you don’t want to have any regrets at the end of your life. And she would have totally thought you are a rock star.
Yep. No matter how hard we try to hang on to the past, it always remains in the past, where it’s supposed to be.
And in many cases, for me at least, that is exactly where it belongs. Thank God!
As that was rather cryptic to some of us… all I can say is: “Good luck!”
Don’t know what’s up, but *hugs* (Yeah, I did it, the tacky internet hug. And I meant it, so ha!)
Was it because I was blogging by then, but we didn’t yet know each other? If so, I’m really sorry.
I assume by looking at this picture that this must have been about the time you realized you were just so sexy it hurt.
As a regular reader and snooper, I am a little concerned.. Just wanted to say that $hit happens. Hang on, you’ll get over it Dave.
From here there’s no where to go, but up!
My day consists of doing the same “where did things go wrong and how do I get them back to normal” process of life. Now to go find one of those photos that reveals my state of mind.