Back From Away

I always cry at weddings, more specially I cry after weddings, when the car is pulling away and that’s the last you see of them. I cry after weddings. Something about the ending and finality and changing, it gets to me. This time wasn’t any different, not really but a little. I cried the day after the wedding this time. 


My childhood friend was married over the weekend and I had the honour of standing with her on her day. I’ve known this girl my whole life and its bitter sweet to see her married, so sweet because I’m happy for her and bitter because the changing. I just do not like change and don’t always handle it well. The bitter part is all me. 


Childhood friends are like living breathing pieces of you heart walking around. 


I don’t handle change well, at least I can only handle it well for so long, I’m human after all. Positive change included, and it’s not really a bitterness, it just the grief of leaving things differently. I cry on my birthday. Just about every year. Milestones are weird for me. 


I like to think I’m getting better at handling milestones, both my own and others, but I have my moments and days. I cried the day after the wedding because it was then that I could finally feel the weight of change and it got to me. 


Weddings are crazy beasts, so fun but so tiring and I am happy to be back in my element. I’ll get back to writing the beginning of next week, just give myself time to adjust to the time change and travel fatigue. I’ll also be back at the easel hopefully next week as well. 


All and all I hope you’ve enjoyed this very sleepy travel weary blog post and I’ll be back next week with a more cohesive post about creativity. Have a great week and see ya next time! :)

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