Tuesday, August 3, 2010


I'm a pretty stressed out over some petty things and some pretty big things and wasn't sure where to start in terms of sorting them out in my head. I thought about writing but am still toeing that line between what's mine to tell and what's not. I'm terrified that one of my friends might not make it through the year. I've started a job (yay) but there's no sign of health insurance benefits coming with it. I can't sleep. I need to start running again. I miss my friends.

These are all self-involved "I" sentences. I hate that.

At the end of the day (i.e. NOW) – I have a roof over my head that's paid for until at least Sept. 1, I have people who love me unconditionally, I'm healthy as I've ever been and I wake up to sunshine every day in one of the most beautiful places in the country.

These are "I" statements that I'm okay with.

And sometimes, if I pay attention, I capture moments like this:

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