I spent some time, as I promised myself, meditating and self-analyzing on my impending move, and it's place as part of a greater new beginning for me. I've been going through a lot of changes over the last six months or so, I feel like a very different person now that I was then, inside and out.
On the surface, I've lost forty pounds, and I'm now working on toning things up. I'm past due for buying a new wardrobe to fit my new body size, hopefully going through at least a small stylistic change there. I've finally gotten to the dentist and am in the process of getting my teeth fixed, something well past due. On the inside, I've gone through a huge spiritual discovery. Found my soul, if you will. Dedicated myself to thinking right, living in the now, making myself happy and allowing myself to feel joy. Opening up to new people, trying to be less afraid to put myself out there and let those things happen. Re-engaging my creativity in forgotten or neglected ways, be that drawing, writing, whatever. Finding ways to challenge my mind, and keep my intellect sharp.
So much has changed, but not in drastic, world-altering ways. It's a huge change, but a subtle one. Much like my move. The new apartment is almost exactly like the old one, just with more room. Space to stretch out and breath. I'm leaving so much of my past clutter behind me, moving to somewhere I can live more comfortably in. Funny how similar it all is.
There's still so much to do, so much more room to grow and change. I really am still at the very start of a new beginning, and I can't wait to see where things go next.