For better or for worse, it' s here and life must go on, doesn't it?
On the topic of life, no imagery seems more in sync with reality than the toilet paper roll syndrome: the closer to the end, the faster it unwinds. That's just the way it is. And don't fool yourself, however hard you try, the process cannot be reverted (Botox & Co., beware). That said however, this process is neither constant nor regular. In other words, it's unpredictable.
In my case, unpredictable is an understatement and I'm allowing myself here to tell you about my year (don't worry, I'll make this short).
It all started smoothly enough, then sometime in the spring life suddenly became very puzzling. A wicked spirit seemed to have thrown me a curse and I was rapidly left with a mere shadow of myself, a person I didn't know: a strange power had taken over my body and mind. I was lost.
Happily, a number of remarkable professionals addressed that minor (well, not so minor) inconvenience over the next few months. Through this slow and at times frustrating process, with precious support from family and friends I was to reinvent myself, accept change, not to mention tame the thorny art of letting go. A tall order indeed! The good news is that encouraging results eventually materialized, though I learned that Evil Spirit only agrees to fade at its own pace. Patience was key.
Now, thankfully, my mysterious predicament has much improved. Oddly enough, I can now say that my unprecedented year was a true blessing in disguise.
Thus my toilet paper roll unfolds.
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