Full Circle

It would appear my time in North Carolina has drawn to a close. Conventional wisdom would suggest its time for a little soul searching, needless reflection, and to polish off the remaining beer in the fridge.

Invincible

These last few days have been among those sobering moments where you are forced to realize your own imperfections, your own blindness while playing Monday morning quarterback. I don’t know what it is about being a man that causes us to do stupid things, but it certainly keeps life interesting. I’m still wondering what age I will realize I’m not invincible, that I am in fact pervious to pain.

It’s certainly not today.

It most definitely wasn’t this time last year either.

Hope

There were a lot of things I hoped for when I arrived in town. Many happened. I remember the heightened sense of being alive. I think that was the best thing hope offered at the time. Excitement. Of course, it really helped that many things went right, mostly consectutively, at the start. Hope followed by disappointment certainly wouldn’t have been as invigorating.

After a year, some lessons learned and a redefined sense of self, I relearned the same thing I had already had. You need hope in your life. You need to believe in yourself. And perhaps most important, the guts to act. For one, I hope I’ve learned the right lessons.

I suppose I’ve come full circle this last year, but a little wiser from the experience.