This morning, en route to two chores that were required out of town, I decided to pay a return visit to a highway rest stop not far from town which had been my naturist “go-to” site back in 2011. It was different this time. The rest stop is now barricaded and the place is in a sad state of repair. However, the fence is still standing strong as it does its job of containing the cattle that pasture there from time to time. The row of trees is still there as well.
The major changes are within me. I am much more confident and my hair has turned silver. And, though it might not be noticeable, I am trimmer having lost ten pounds over these eleven years since then. My skin is still dark.
I don’t want to return to the past, it is enough to have moments such as this one where the past is acknowledged and honoured. My present life is so much better. One would almost think that time heals and one becomes wiser. The year 2011 was a tough year for me. It was the year my mother died. That event chased me back into psychoanalysis and that led me to becoming a pilgrim who can’t seem to stop wandering around the world. In a way, I would have to say it was a time of pivotal change in who I was and how I would lead my life going forward.
What event changed your life?