Driving has evolved from a source of freedom and thrill to a mundane chore, highlighting how our life stages change our perspective on experiences.
My therapist tells me it is seasonal memory. I find it a bit strange, since in the southern hemisphere where I now live, there are no cherry blossoms blooming as they are now in Herbert Park.
"I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. I had been on the weather forecast for nearly 10 years," she said on Instagram last night, addressing the confusion.
"Theater was my first love, and like it is with many first loves, my former feelings now often embarrass meânot just because I no longer feel them, but because falling out of love was so decisive, so shattering, so apocalyptic that the person I was when I did theater is a person who will never exist again."
I have reservations about nutritional value, provenance and waste - and I'd rather see the money directed to areas that need it than affluent communities that do not.
When I had fun with my G.I. Joe figurinesârather than smashing good Gung-Ho against the nefarious Cobra Commander, I would simply position the figures in front of me and motorâa word I use to describe my physical movements and the mental energy that drives them. In my mind's eye, the characters brimmed with kinetic energy: flaring, vivid, cinematographic.