Sylvester

Last year about this time, I posted that I wanted 2011 to be the year. At the start of 2012, I have my answer.

I've never been able to understand the lyrics to the "Inbetween Days" by The Cure. Tonight, I finally heard them. Except that I didn't. Herewith, the misheard lyrics:

Go on, go on
Rejoice with me.

I can finally like myself. I can finally do some of the things I've always dreamed of doing. I was busy envying friends who had written books, thinking I would never be able to join them. Then the outline of a book just downloaded itself to me. I can be that writer now. I can write my book.

It took a little bit longer than I thought. There was a lot of suffering during and prior to 2011. I cried for that person I used to be tonight, genuinely mourned his passing. There is still more suffering and more work to be done but I feel like that seedling finally breaking through the ground after germinating.

Now that I've finally made some progress on "love yourself," maybe I can make some progress on "love your neighbor as yourself." It could happen!