ah, yes. where was i?
this morning when i got out, the streets were wet, but do not ask me if it was from rain, or if was from the fog during the night. had lunch with a dear friend, and again, whenever i start talking about the wonderful issues that i am dealing with in therapy, and the emotions start bubbling, i start crying, it feels good and rather foolish.
i had a rather full day planned for today, except it got fuller, and now i am ready to call it a day, and head to bed and go to sleep. i want to curl in with a book and fall asleep and forget all the unfinished work hanging around on my desk. i have waited a long time for what is happening now. this tender flower of my own discovery is still rather weak, and i find myself wondering if it is real.
i find myself having various different conversations with an assortment of people, and i can not but fall in love with each and every one of them. life is a wonderful wonder, how can it be anything else?
