It's mid-morning and here I sit at the table, the sun is creeping in through the clouds and through the dirty glass doors leading in from the balcony. I am playing Nina Simone, and her words are, well, working well with the moment.
Its a new dawn
Its a new day
Its a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
These words ride in on the same minutes where I discovered things I wish I never knew, but am happy to know all the same. It's good to know who you're dealing with... always. It lets you know how to position your defenses....
I want to point fingers, but that's what I've always done. I want to scream, but I've been there and done that. I want revenge, but it just doesn't seem so sweet anymore. What I really want to do is just move on and forget about this. I'm not so sure I care to repeat the past, and I really don't want to waste any energy on it either.
So this is my new day. The day that the same things happen, but I decide to do things a little differently.
Paris is proving to be a different place than I expected.
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