My Living Funeral, an Invitation
I am leaving Duluth, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.
I am moving to Barcelona.
And as I prepare for my quick departure, I fear our goodbye (I go on 3 day vacations and leave crying).
This fear could be eclipsed by the fear of what is ahead, and I’ve considered allowing that.. But I wholeheartedly know that even failure is a worthwhile opportunity cost.
So I’ve allowed another phenomenon to eclipse the goodbye with You: The goodbye to Me (chuckle, yes).
Like deja vu foreshadowed, I foresee a markable change ahead.
Unlike the previous anti-animal Abby who now has a cat, or the anti-tattoo Abby who now quirkily bares ink… this identity shift is harder to palate.
I love this Me.
I’m not fleeing the confines of a mired day-to-day. Nor am I running towards the Marilyn, my Norma Jean knows lives within.
I already feel blissfully (naively) self-actualized.
Yet I find this path ahead of me.
Knowing that ignoring it means dismissing universal signs and destiny itself… I blindly follow.
So I sit here, excitedly preparing for this adventure, and grieving the loss of the Me that I love.
And wondering if you’d want to celebrate (or say see you later to, or hug) the Abby That Was, before I leave?
(I’ve decided that an Irish Exit is more selfish than a Living Funeral.)
Change is a fond obligation.
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PS - Vikre Distillery, Emily & Joel, and the Team are some of the best humans around. I loved my job and time there. ¡Viva la Vikre!
PSS - Feminist Action Collective is alive & well.. and, well, hasn’t ~needed~ me for ages.. I’ll forever be a participating member, here, there, and everywhere.
PSSS - FEMN FEST has an update coming - I ask you to stay tuned.