Fragments

"David Copperfield" was Charles Dickens favorite book; he felt closer to this character than any other. David is telling his own story in narrative format: The first chapter starts off with, "I was born". When he was seventeen he looked back over his shoulder and saw a younger, David standing in the road, looking at him. There was an acknowledgment between them of who he was and who he had become.

Crazy, but I understand the idea that fragments of yourself make a collective whole. I think back when I was younger; I felt less fragmented. The older I get I sense the presence of pieces that represented different parts of me. No, I'm not watching "Sybil".

Furlough days until Tuesday, then the kids come back for 2 days in the middle of the week, and my last day is next Friday. Talk about fragments! I almost bought green fingernail polish--I really wanted it but settled for cotton candy pink instead. Key word--settled.

Making commitments to myself that should result in a different reflection when I look into the "mirror". I didn't say which one, mirror of the heart, soul,or the physical; but when I do, I am comforted that fragments of myself will be behind me.