encounters

A weekend full of memories, and nice encounters. Missing some acquaintances and eating huge sandwiches with friends and strangers ("what's your name again?"). Strange feeling. Seems like what happen after you die maybe? Watching the world go on...
But it was comforting, as I live through their memories....

And I am painfully building a new life...

What's in a name?

A rose...well, until my name is known, I am nothing in this town. To be honest and build a reputation, that is my quest. How many frowns, how many 'no' until I finally get through? The door is locked and I'm looking for a way out. I am not sure banging the door would help either, so I keep digging my mind for some bright ideas.

How far am I willing to change to get the message across? How much am I willing to give up? I put myself on trial for the next week and see if some good happens. Until then, I'll hang on to my name, the only thing that keeps my confidence intact.