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I haven’t written for the longest time. I’ve been busy, but the reason is more like I haven’t felt like myself enough lately to write. Or that there’s just so much going on right now that I don’t know where to put myself in the midst of everything or how to be. My life is going to change drastically in one month, and involuntarily everything in the now becomes segregated into two categories: they matter so much more or they don’t matter anymore (ah, this is a blog entry for another day).

As a person hued with grays her whole life, this transitory ‘black or white’ phase feels like a shock to my system. Shocking and strangely—do I dare say—liberating. Less analyzing, less weighing, less worrying; things become black or white in under 30 seconds. Keep or throw. Cherish or forget. Is this normal?  

The above was recently taken by a friend. The lighting’s a little off, my eyes are somewhat vacant, and everything about it is unsettling to me. It’s amazing how a single photograph can say so much. Truly.