Sometimes I think it’s odd that I’m still watching certain TV shows. Not because I don’t like them or because TV is often seen as a waste of time by others, but because some of these shows I first started watching when they began.
The Walking Dead is one such show. It began in 2010. Six years ago, I was married and I had just begun my martial arts career after graduating from university with an honours business degree specializing in technology management.
My life has changed drastically yet watching this show brings a strange feeling of home. It gives me a feeling like my life might start making sense again soon, like the missing pieces might soon be found and placed.
I was once a small town girl whose only dreams were of settling down and raising a family. I still want that, but now I’m an independent woman with a healthy self-esteem who is chasing a dream I once never dared to have.
I don’t know where things are headed with any certainty. Too many things have turned out so very different that while I have goals, I have learned that sometimes a change of direction is what is needed.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this blog post. The near future is sleep, start new work project, work on French, play my guitar, and work on the writing projects. Oh, and I need to get my place cleaner before I possibly have guests on October 1st.
First, I’m going to read some more Chamber of Secrets. Oh, my patronus is a Nightjar (aka nighthawk). What’s yours?