fait accompli

I made two determinations at the start of 2011. One, to publish my book. Two, to move.

I accomplished the first – or at least the first part of that determination. I have yet to sell enough copies to really claim it as any sort of viable income. Nevertheless, putting my words and creative thoughts out there on the market was a big leap for me. Taking that leap makes the next steps a little bit easier. Not necessarily easy. But now I can claim myself a published author.

 

The second will come to fruition over the course of the next six weeks. I was ready to leave my apartment for so many reasons. But those details are incidental to the decision I made to go back home to Worcester.

I was so ready to leave eight years ago. I had a job I loathed. I felt like the world to which my mind had opened in London was suffocating with small ideas of limited imagination. I felt my imagination and possibility limited by the small pond within which I was swimming.

I don’t know what grew. The city… or me. I don’t know if it is a grass is greener on the other side of 128 thing… or if it is a shift in perspective. I know that nothing is permanent, but the opportunity to be with people I care about and like so very much is more fleeting than anything else. And so… back to the second city of Massachusetts go I.

It is exciting – even as the cumbersome task of removing my couch and dresser from my second and third story apartment overwhelm me. I will be closer to my family and the family of friends whom I’ve come to appreciate more deeply in the last few years. 

The new reality is shifting into place for Worcester, partly by serendipity and partly by my own determination. I’ve got a fantastic new residence. My family, from whom I needed the distance when I left, is happy to have me close. And I’ve already dove back in head first to the theater scene with one very huge big role in October. 

I have debated the merit of resolutions many a time. It doesn’t mean I don’t make them… I just realize the fever of change sometimes burns itself out before it hits a stride. But then sometimes… a choice catches on to a passing wind and things start to fall into place as will would have it. I am pleased with what I decided for 2011. I know I am author to it. I look forward to writing the next chapters.