The longer I stay away the harder it becomes to find my way back here to this space. I'll just jump right in then, ignoring my necessary guilt for depriving myself of doing something I love.
Am I healthy? Yes. I've been gymming at least three days a week: treadmill, bike, stairs, weights, dance. Am I OK? A few days ago I thought maybe, later I thought maybe not. Regardless, I have finally allowed myself to realize that shit's going to be OK even if it's not. And that feels just fine.
Every note, comment, email, hug, thought, wish and word of advice has made feel invincible. Thank you. You make me feel...Mighty Real (download and turn it way UP).
I'm raising my bottle of Perrier to your health and happiness. To my future plans and new friends. To blogging like a motherfucking maniac on the floor.
And if all else fails, I have a Plan B. I'm going to become a Qawwali clapper: