
Outside looking in…
I have these moments when I feel like I’m on the outside of my life, looking in… a peeping-tom trying to catch glimpses of the real me, and the real parts of my life. I sometimes imagine that I am walking along a darkened street, glancing in the windows of the houses I pass, the windows framing the activities of life and living. I wait for the bits where its me doing the living, but it feels like they are few and far between. I generally feel disconnected from forward momentum of my life. I’m not sure when this started … Continue reading Outside looking in…