Sour Lemon Drops
"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!"
This Day.
Today.
After all this time, I feel like I’m a part of my life again for the first time in awhile. I was living through these things happening to me, but with no control. I feel like a robot at times. Finally, a choice, I’m moving to Minneapolis and going to the Guthrie Theatre Program. I feel really humble. This feels right, I feel like I’m shedding my metal robot skin and beginning to become a person I would want to know.
I also sat with my Grandfather today for four hours in the hospital in which time he said a lot of valuable things that I will hence not forget. He relayed stories of the war and of Italy, but mainly wanted to point out, “You have to make your own breaks”. As simple as it sounds, it’s dead true. I’ve often made the mistake in life of excusing myself from doing this on account of “potential”. No more. I’m so craving to be back in control.
My Grandfather is a beautiful person. Pure, Welsh, light hearted and almost loyal to a fault. I love how age has a rising action, climax, and a falling action. He’s the only person in my family that makes sense to me.
Today was one of those days where the pieces all seemed to be from the same puzzle.
