i’ve just started reading elizabeth gilbert’s latest book “committed: a skeptic makes peace with marriage”
i had long been curious to read it and with an unused gift certificate from christmas in hand, now seemed as good a time as any.
so this afternoon, i fit my body into the custom groove of my dad’s leather chair, brewed a fresh cup of coffee and started making my way through its light pages.
“i had jumped into my first marriage, at the totally unfinished age of twenty-five, much the same way that a labrador jumps into a swimming pool – with exactly that much preparation and foresight. back when i was twenty-five, i was so irresponsible that i probably should not have been allowed to choose my own toothpaste, much less my own future, and so this carelessness, as you can imagine, came at a dear cost. i reaped the consequences in spades, six years later, in the grim setting of a divorce court.”
i am in love with her description of being totally unfinished at twenty-five.
because i am twenty-five and that is how i feel.
with novels to learn.
way too many maps to unfold.
whole pools of love to feel.