The first day of the rest of my life.
Conventional wisdom would have that today is the first day of the rest of your life. In fact, for me, last Friday was.
I had a sneaking suspicion that something was going on last Friday, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. On Saturday morning my head was going round and round and it kept saying “yesterday was the day, yesterday was the first day of your new life…”
It was confusing me no end I can tell you, and then I got a phone call. Just a simple phone call “Wanna catch up for breakfast?”, but then the fact that Friday was <insert name of the day here ;-)> happened into the conversation.
Wait a second. Here I am, wondering what the hell was going on with my mind, my brian, indeed my body, and then I get an unsolicited phone call that provides a major clue!? Better be following this one up then!
Breakfast blossomed into a fascinating weekend of conversation and understanding, but also, unfortunately, suffering. Looking back on it, I actually wonder whether the weekend would have been what it was without the suffering. Probably not. I appreciate the suffering then, and hope it wasn’t too hard to bear… :-)
Anyway. Last Friday. 1st of August 2008. Somehow the start of the next part of my life!
