A Journal of Sorts
"well I've been looking looking for an answer somebody promised me one and I've been waiting waiting for the chance well somebody said it would come wake me up when we hit 2001" ~ Melissa Etheridge ~ things are looking up... well, closer to looking up than in years... I'm out of the north winds (though nights have been colder than any winter I've spent in Florida this year) and digesting more of the betrayals and daggers and picking myself up and dusting myself off and starting all over again... and if I can just hang on by the skin of my teeth for a month or so, I should survive this latest mountain I've built for myself to climb and start a new life again... a lot of weight on if... but hope continues to build... life is going to be mostly worklife for a while... and trying to keep up a presentable front (like not smelling and dressing in clean clothes and looking at least semi-rested) is going to be a challenging for a while, but if I balance time and wash carefully at whatever water stop I can come by and pace myself real well, I should survive... might even find a phone to upload this stuff J |
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