One of those days. Gathering material for my new website and I find myself perusing old journal entries, thinking about where I was at last year.
I am not married to my work. I was not inaccessible during the move. Today it's beautiful, and I just want to call up a friend and say, "I'm headed to the waterfront, you in?"
It gets old, though. Everyone is coupled, unresponsive.
I'm proud of where I'm at with my life. I'm happy. I'm not proud that I couldn't tell you I have three best friends who would list me among the same. Esti will be back in the States soon. He's been a great social catalyst.
I'm opening my hands to new partners in crime.
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