Sometimes life is too full. It overwhelms. There are days I feel so much I wind up numb.
There are moments anymore where I don't know whether I'm in the throes of hormonal shifts, or I've simply reached a stage of my life where I cannot look back over so many years without stumbling into emotions of all kinds. I miss people and places and situations that will never come again. I look forward knowing certain opportunities have passed, and yet at the same time I don't feel limited because life is full of so much.
A couple of weeks ago my son and I went to our Latin lesson and the teacher didn't show. We reviewed our notes a bit, wrote phrases on the white board (we left up a sentence that roughly translates to "Take your things and leave!" because it amused us), and then left early because we could. It was beautiful out, so with our extra time we stopped at the beach.
My own space apart from the babble of the internet
