Pleasure Bouquets: The Sun Also Rises

The Sun Also Rises

As anyone who is not a first time visitor to this blog can attest, the past few months have been a wee bit chaotic for me. I feel like my life has been abruptly upended and I’ve been unceremoniously tossed from one path onto another. The strangest, and most difficult to reconcile, part about this turn of events is that the view from this new path is so much better.

Three months ago, I was in the midst of a desperately generic mid-life crisis – semi-employed in a job that was far too close to “track-marked porn star” for my liking, contemplating bankruptcy, and lamenting what I saw as a future of chronic, cat-hair-covered singlehood. I was far removed, both figuratively and literally, from all my dreams, or at least that’s how it seemed to me. Yes, I was melodramatic. And depressed. And self-indulgently mucking about in doom and gloom. I was completely lost.

But then, life had its way with me. I was visited by a very confusing mix of devastating tragedy and joyous serendipity. I was sharply reminded, on a cosmic level, that I do not have shit figured out, and that is as it should be.

Here’s what I’ve learned – this isn’t ground-breaking, I just finally get it…

1) Life gets dark sometimes – really, really dark, so it’s a waste of energy to make it dark myself. I’m not nearly as inventive as the universe.

2) No matter how dark it gets, the light always comes back. It may not shine where I expect it, or want it, to shine but, as Hemingway put it so eloquently, the sun also rises.

I’m working on getting back into a rhythm of posting Pleasure Notes, as I’m adjusting to this new path. I hope you stay with me through the fits and starts…

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