No place to be ending but somewhere to start
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:
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I have finally allowed myself to realize that shit's going to be OK even if it's not. And that feels just fine.
Now that's wisdom. Good to hear from you again. I love the Plan B -- might need to borrow that one in case my own Plan A falters....
Nice to see you back onine ... I was worried. Many many hugs - and whatever happened, you are stronger than you think. I know, believe me I know...
Welcome back. No self respecting qawwali clapper goes without paan. You think about that missy.
Cliched but true -
That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
Friedrich Nietzsche
more importantly, you need show hide comment structure. Geez that page load is obnoxious :)
glad YOU are back.
Hey there N! Good to see you back. Sending a big e-hug your way.
I'm in TO this weekend - gimme a shout if you'd like to meet up.
ps Qawalli clapper LOL!
If it could never be better, then you're probably not alive.
Good luck!
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