Join me as I explore the emotional growth of a writer, artist, woman as she seeks to discover and define herself though her writing. I am currently reading her stories and essays in sequence.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
February, 1934: Change
"I have changed, but nothing around me has changed," Anais says in this entry of the Diary. She has created her world, grown emotionally through love and pain, and when she looks around, everyone and everything else is still the same. I think this happens to all of us, especially when we go away on a vacation or on a retreat. We come back to our every day world eager to share our experiences, full of joy, and try to find someone with whom to share it. Everyone else has been living their own lives, dealing with frustrations or pain or daily drudgery, and it is hard for them to share our joy, and we feel a little dejected, like no one cares. But, then we move on, don't take it personally, and bring our changed beings into the world making it a brighter, better place.
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