Day Ninety-three

  1. This is a repeat, but, again, the foresight not to tell Sarah the address of this blog.  I would not have been able to make yesterday’s entry otherwise, and it seems like something that may be important down the road.
  2. Meditation this afternoon.  A glimpse of bliss, really.  At one point smiling and starting to laugh at nothing.  Feeling stretched and long, like, eleven feet high, and then the smile and laughter from the pleasure in my core.  And this coming on a mostly miserable day (see yesterday).
  3. My session with Amy and being able talk about why a rejection is so terribly, disproportionately painful to me.
  4. Don, the only person I’ve told who knows Sarah.
  5. All I have.  That’s so general I wouldn’t include it under other circumstances, but I can’t help feeling money (or my relative lack thereof) plays into “let’s stay friends”.  But I don’t want her lifestyle anyway and while I’m a mess as far as money goes, I do have so, so much more than so, so many.

Many thanks,

Me

Day Ninety-three