Gosh – that sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn’t it, that title?
Never mind – I’m there in my past as well as here in my now – and, of course, I project into my future.
But – I wasn’t going to say that – it was upon fixing a title that I thought of that – titles are usually afterthoughts for me – once I’ve seen what I’ve written.
What I was going to say:
Picking up pieces after Christmas and New Year – beginning again, but finding myself in a different place – and remembering that this always happens to me, no matter what I do (or don’t).
I don’t know how it happens – I don’t expect to be like an almost new person just after the space of a few weeks – but that time is spent doing things that are not part of the ordinary – there are dinners that people make and invite you to, and the odd party here and there – and there are new things – and a thinking anew, a wondering anew.
And this happens every year – I do think that I shall pick up where I left off – but then, these pieces – what were they now? Are these mine, or someone else’s?