Oh, friends. I am so, so tired. Quite a few of you have been trying to get in touch with me, and I apologize for not throwing the ball back! I'll come back to life this weekend.
No signs today.
My 17 seconds was on partnership - specifically, a romantical one. This is something I've been hesitant to claim in my life over the past few years. It's been such a selfish time for me (in a really positive way), what with not knowing where I'll be or for how long at any given time; this sector of my life has been visited by some very beautiful people, but nothing that's stuck. And that's okay. But as some ingredient in my future, I do know that I want a partner - for however long that may last. So my 17 seconds was on that person. It felt good.
You know what else felt good? My delight. I'm still in Stevensville for work, and the company townhouse is all mine tonight (for the 20 minutes between getting off work and blacking out from exhaustion), so that meant I turned on some tunes and danced like the white girl I am. There's something especially delightful about dancing like a freak in someone else's house.
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Dance, girl, dance!
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