Sometimes it’s really okay. For the most part I feel quite positive these days. The job feels good, my days feel good, the future feels good, my body feels good-er than it has, my head feels clear, I feel accomplishment and action and easefulness and forward motion every day. And I don’t feel fragile, which had been a presence for a really long time. I even feel good about Joe and my parting; about how, about when.
But then there are these moments. Yesterday morning I was on the bus, 7:45 AM, and I remembered dreaming about him the night before. We had spoken briefly (in real life, not in my dream) because he had finally (such a long story that I have not blogged about) received his Yule gift from me. And though it was easy and natural to speak to him, I felt a little bristly, and I did not want to stay on the phone too long. Read the rest of this entry »
