That's me, a few years ago. I like the photo, a lot - but it's also good that it's locked, somehow. Frozen in a moment in time. There's a sense that the person there, can stay there.
So, I reckon the way out of the maze is to change. I'm at that point where I need to change. I'm not sure how, but I need to alter myself. Riding a bike has played a part in that: I'm fitter than I've been for decades. I'm a different shape. I feel different. Doing that was great - so why can't I continue the process? I need to explore ways of escaping old habits, and forging ahead, a little. First steps? Change the clothes I wear.
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