Ripples come, and ripples go, and ripple back to me
My three day entrance into 2012 was in a word tiring. Lots of hosting and cleaning and serving and cleaning and serving. Goodness. I’m actually quite glad to be at work today so that I can relax.
First picture in 2012.
Last night around 10 I went upstairs and dug out an old journal that I started writing in the year 2000. It has big gaps but essentially hits the high points of the past 12 years. Back in 2001 I wrote the most and so much of it was about my daily life coming into work. I was still a student employee for the most part that year and so it’s odd to read about those days. My office and my work and all that. I was clearly much less mature and I spent the majority of my time worrying about my love life.
Now, a decade later, I have definitely risen through the ranks and grown. Yet I’m still here. Still in the same building that I’ve been coming to for years and years and years. I wonder if there are ghosts of my former self roaming the halls, because I certainly feel there are ghosts of the people who actually got out of here. It’s strange. Like an old hard drive, written over and over.
Basically – I feel old today. Like older than I’ve felt in a long time. I think I’m okay with that, but I sort of wonder how much further I can push this, because there will certainly be a time when I walk in one day and think back to when I was 32 years old and how young I was. I know how that goes, I just wish I could feel it.
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