It’s been a fun first week christening my proverbial flagship, thomasmarkzuniga.com, detailing all these different facets of my life. Thanks so much for journeying with me. It’s certainly been a fruitful, eye-opening process for me during a time of extreme transition, and I hope you’ve found my introspective posts at least more worth your time than the plot of Glee.
Unless my blogging audience happens to be huge Glee fans, in which case, yeah Glee!
The most memorable-slash-horrifying dream I ever experienced occurred when I was a child in Pennsylvania. I was standing at the top of our staircase, upon a small rug that was inexplicably placed there, when suddenly my little brother ran up and literally pulled the rug out from under me (note the correct usage of “literally” here). I tumbled backwards down the stairs and before I could hit the bottom, I awoke with a deep gasp and cold sweat.
Alas, that horror story has absolutely nothing to do with being a dreamer.
No, I’m not the Creator. But I am a creator.
I love that the God of the Universe created, well, the universe, and then the universe in turn creates things ourselves. Blows my mind.
Life is hard. It’s an unfortunate reality that my 24-year-old brain is only still just beginning to grasp.
Thankfully, we don’t have to walk this road alone. And that’s where my role as brother enters this blog.
As mentioned in my last post, I’ve basically been observing since the day I was wheeled from the hospital room. Being an observer has always been engrained in me, and I’ve got 23 (soon to be 24) journals to prove it.
As for being a struggler: this is a relatively newer facet of my life. By “relatively newer,” I mean to say that the first 12 years of my life was about as blessed and stress-free a decade as one could imagine. Comparing those first 12 years with these last 12, I thank God for the wonderful childhood I experienced.