Transition Periods

Life's full of it. Transition periods. Though most of the time we are not aware of it. They last for two seconds, two years, two decades. No clear-cut durations. No specific timing. No specific topics. One olympic-size pool of dissolved encounters, memories, events. We'll never be rid of it. There's no such thing as a clean slate. That much I learned. You are an irreversible product of your choices. I just wish we're all smart enough to arrange for ample personal buffer periods.

I'm learning how to do this for a while now. To just stop. To cocoon. Instead of the good old habit of just throwing myself, head first, leaping without thinking, into my next adventure. Lundagin mo beybe! is not meant to be taken so lightly.. or literally.

I guess that's why the past year felt like one great transition period. All those times when I was supposed to stop-and-think-but-didn't decided to finally pool themselves together and throw a big party. I like it. I'm not used to it, but I like it. I guess that's one of the primary reasons why I decided to start an actual blog. I need this outlet if I intend to stay rooted.. focused.. sane. I tend to float when I'm thinking.

I'm leaving for LA in 18 days. For good. I can't describe the feeling in just one word so i'll use this: anxious-excited. Wish me luck in Wonderland.