I can't speak.
I can't not speak.
Too many trains, not enough stops.
Externally, I'm slow and sluggish.
Internally, I've donned my red shoes.
what if this is as good as it gets?
what if i never get any better than this?
what then?
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I think that perhaps this might be a bad day for you but if, as you say, this is as good as it gets, we'll love you just as much as we did yesterday --which is an awful LOT.
ReplyDeleteYou've become a good friend in the last couple of months and I can feel that, intrinsically, you a an extremely intelligent and strong woman. You will do what you need to do to make it the best situation you can.
And your guy, your friends close by, and the one in PA will be right next to you every step of the way.
Love you, Nutmeg,
MJ
Shall I be the realist or the dreamer?
ReplyDeleteDeb, Dear One, if this is as good as it gets, it is better than some and far worse than others.
YOU are smart, funny, well educated, interesting, fun and a good friend. I am so glad that you have spread your wings and jumped in to making more journal entries ... short, long, tall, fat ... any subject ... it shows that you know you need to reach out and touch the world.
You have many virtual and real friends here ... let us be here for you ... when you need us. And when you don't.
Love you girlie-girl. And don't you forget it.
Kathy
I've learned that words mean next to nothing when one is a bad place....so I'll just let you know I'm on your side. And wanting good things for you.
ReplyDeleteRuss
Wanna borrow my ruby reds? I hope you feel better.............tomorrow will be better, I promise. Notice how things get worse at night? Anne
ReplyDeleteI think Russ is correct ... even though I went off on a bit of a tangent ... but then, my heads a whirl these days .... I'm here. If you need me.
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