I didn’t do a lot of what I wanted to this year.
I didn’t write letters or work on my handwriting.
I didn’t travel as much as or with whom I wanted.
I didn’t keep the friends I thought mattered to me.
I didn’t take any serious action or initiative of my own.
As soon as I got back from Japan I waited, hoping.
I hoped things would just fall into place for myself.
I hoped I would be able to grow closer to others.
I hoped I would understand all the things I can’t.
I hoped I wouldn’t feel better alone than in a group.
I didn’t want to contend with the reality of my soul.
I didn’t write letters or work on my handwriting.
I didn’t travel as much as or with whom I wanted.
I didn’t keep the friends I thought mattered to me.
I didn’t take any serious action or initiative of my own.
As soon as I got back from Japan I waited, hoping.
I hoped things would just fall into place for myself.
I hoped I would be able to grow closer to others.
I hoped I would understand all the things I can’t.
I hoped I wouldn’t feel better alone than in a group.
I didn’t want to contend with the reality of my soul.