This morning I awoke pressed tightly between one Gray and one Ivy, both warm and sleeping, once members of my body, now not, but close enough. And I tried to take a photo with my phone and it just didn't come out.
But it's me, it's the start of a surprising feeling inside me to no longer say my age but instead a mumbled thirtycoughsomecoughthing. I never knew this about myself.
Today I found that there is a lot I don't know about myself, and what a wonderful birthday present, because I have a whole life to get acquainted. On a drive, in the snow, today is my new year's day.
I drove away and I drove to. And I hope over the next few days that I can make friends with the very words that will free me from the novel that is in my head just waiting to be breathed into the air
A gift, something that I realized today- when I discovered I had something all wrong... which made every thing all right, and in my favor
It's been a wondrous day of turning thirtycoughsomecoughthing. God hasn't given up on me, and - in the words of a dear dear friend- He wasn't content to have a world without me.
I'm ordinary and shabby and so beyond touched at all your kindness and well wishes. I can feel it I can see it in the glitter that came dressed to my party as new life new snow this day.