buy a hand gun.
No, just kidding.
Instead, count your blessings that you once heard the phrase, "restraint of pen and tongue."
Even if you feel absolutely Junior High School petty or like you have bounced along the bottom, forgetting to hold your head up and not succumb to your fragile and sensitive heart. Even when you've tousled with, been offended by and tried to defend yourself against the tirades of someone whose maturity is that of the baby sister you don't have.
You can start your day over again.
Although it would be harder to make amends after you've loaded and used the hand gun. {But not impossible} [Or so they say.]
So what does it look like to put one foot in front of the other, even when the comfort of sleep seduces, tempts, cajoles, and tugs at every part of you? I kid you not when I say I woke up one day last week with one loud thought in my head. It crowded out all other possible thoughts, like a headline. It shouted,
"Sleep Is So Much Better Than Anything Else."
But I have gotten up, I have set the alarm, I have thought about my future.
I have tried to set boundaries.
I have written letters I have not sent. /the world sighs with relief
I have told people my truth and the world has not fallen down.
I have tried to let in perspective.
That's what friends are for, right?
I have listened and cried and railed and remembered. Remembered that I am still me and no amount of betrayal can take me away from me.
I even had an adventure last night. *thank you RF!!*
----->I worked an event where I taught @ 10 people how to make profiteroles from scratch in a room full of 300 other people being taught how to make everything from meatballs to doughnuts, tamales to bastilla! My 2nd most favorite part of the night was drying dishes that came out of a commercial dishwasher about 50 feet long in a room bigger than my whole house if it was flattened by a giant rolling pin! Commercial dish washing is so satisfying...
And I have an entire weekend of cooking, baking and eating planned, starting tomorrow.
And then I will spend an entire week knitting:
"Among the most coveted spots for knitters is one of the 35 openings at the annual Wool Lover's Retreat, held for the last seven years at Manka's Inverness Lodge, a restored Arts and Crafts compound surrounded by the spectacular Point Reyes National Seashore, about an hour north of San Francisco. There, the attraction is not only an immersion in knitting, but also one of the West Coast's most charming inns, with meals by the owners, Margaret Grade and Daniel DeLong, known for organic cuisine built around ingredients fished, farmed and foraged within 30 minutes of their kitchen."
And soon I will have classes announced.
And I have more writing projects than I can do
and
pretty soon I will turn the big four oh, which will mean Spring is here and Persian New Year will rain rose petals and pistachios from the sky and then blossoms will explode and shout and great mirth will be had...
Great things are coming. Right?
{If nothing else, there is always rhubarb.}
/o my god, remember last year's March?! The first two weeks, the last two weeks.
No time for eating around the clock if a job gets in the way.
I mean, really, who needs a job, right?
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