Sunset and Skyline

Me: "Yeah, I didn't have any callouses because I was used to classical guitar."
Kelsey: "Yeah right, you had those...neon strings."
Me: "Uh...nylon."

Three hundred. Yeah, that's it. This is my three hundreth post. It's been well over a year since I began my blog. In my true characteristic dramatic fashion, I've decided to pause for a moment. I'll probably come back, sometime, and someday I will indeed stop posting forever on Reflections and Fuzzy Slippers.

I can track my life so far as having been through a three stages. The first, earlier childhood, lasted up until I was about ten or eleven. The second, earlier adolescence, is one that I divide in two: before and after coming to Royal West. The difference between the two is enormous; the character with which I began high-school was a major improvement on the person I was before.

The third began July 27. I think it must be undetectable at this point, but it will become more apparent with time. I'm not going to change much more. Certainly, I will always metamorphose more than is probably normal; I will always shift and adapt. Yet the base for my changing personalities, the core, that which is actually me will not be altered.

This is something that, if ever I am able to communicate, I must refrain from analyzing until it is strong enough to endure such probing.

You see why I am certain that RFS will not exist forever, as much fun as I have had writing it. It is absurd to assume that I will ever stop writing, or to even assume that I would be able to if I wanted. But this blog is from a different stage in my life, and although it must change as I do and have done, someday I will choose to end it. Endings are my favourites.

True to its name, Reflections and Fuzzy Slippers has always, I think, been an outlet for both my most philosophical and my most ridiculous ideas. And it has always served its purpose as a mirror, the mirror that I hold up not only to my life but to the world at large.

There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. That gorgeously hideous thunder. I am in love with the ocean and with the rain. Redemption. Whether everything ends or nothing does is one of the greatest questions the world has ever known.

Makes you yearn to the sky.