this is my life . it’s getting harder to chase the greys. i forget what i wanted to say. sometimes i say refrigerator when i mean closet. i have to remind myself to rest….although i guess if the truth be told that’s nothing new. i’ve loved. i’ve lost. these eyes have seen plenty. i have faith that i have done some things just right. i’m learning to let go of the things where i was WAY off base. i look at the landscape of my life and i could cry with how lucky i am. i know dad, you make your own luck. but it would seem hubris to believe that a bunch of good choices could get me here. my idea of the divine isn’t that of a puppet master. i think god is that feeling you get when you can’t NOT smile. that flutter that makes you want to call the people that you love to tell them just that. i can’t take responsibility for this fine place i find myself. don’t get me wrong, i’ll take it, but if feels like it isn’t really mine. or if it is i want to share with the class.
good bye 39. here’s looking at you kid. you were a good year. a keeper even. i gotta go though. gotta slip into a new hot pair of shoes called 40. i’ve tried them on and they fit like i’m cinderella. 40 is like the LBD (little black dress) it really does go with everything. don’t get me wrong 39 you have not been relegated to fat pants. more like a prom dress that i won’t wear again. we had a good time. i’ll visit, but i have to move on.