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Feel Real

November 19, 2006

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:

posted by Neha
4:38 PM


Blogger pied piper said...

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....

11/19/2006 08:20:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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...

11/20/2006 01:38:00 AM  
Blogger Paresh said...

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

11/20/2006 09:59:00 AM  
Blogger Paresh said...

more importantly, you need show hide comment structure. Geez that page load is obnoxious :)

11/20/2006 02:26:00 PM  
Blogger chick pea said...

glad YOU are back.

11/20/2006 05:43:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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!

11/28/2006 02:44:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If it could never be better, then you're probably not alive.

Good luck!

12/06/2006 08:05:00 AM  

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