odds&ends
Today has been a bit of a trip.
I am heartbroken for my brother and his family. V was such a kind-hearted, giving, beautiful woman who unconditionally supported and loved her three daughters and was always there for them in times of need. She welcomed my brother's entire family into her house on holidays, knowing that many of our traditions ended when my grandmother passed away. I can't really believe that she's gone.
Things are looking up as far as the job situation, though. Currently I'm doing contract work, but I may have found a fulltime position that will be a good fit for me. I don't want to say much until I know for sure, in two weeks or so. At any rate, I'm very hopeful about it.
Also, my roommate is a doll and read an essay of mine the other night & gave me really good commentary on it. It felt like such a relief to write creatively again and I was happy to have someone to share it with me. :) S, even though he lives in a different state now, has also taken an interest in it and the two of us are keeping in touch more than I expected we would.
My life is quiet in the winter. I find myself in contact with old friends and old loves, like certain books of poetry and studying literature and journaling. It isn't as *exciting* as some stages of my life have been, but this is a pace I'm comfortable with, strolling rather than racing to the edge of another precipice and launching myself off the edge, into free fall and a rough landing.
I am heartbroken for my brother and his family. V was such a kind-hearted, giving, beautiful woman who unconditionally supported and loved her three daughters and was always there for them in times of need. She welcomed my brother's entire family into her house on holidays, knowing that many of our traditions ended when my grandmother passed away. I can't really believe that she's gone.
Things are looking up as far as the job situation, though. Currently I'm doing contract work, but I may have found a fulltime position that will be a good fit for me. I don't want to say much until I know for sure, in two weeks or so. At any rate, I'm very hopeful about it.
Also, my roommate is a doll and read an essay of mine the other night & gave me really good commentary on it. It felt like such a relief to write creatively again and I was happy to have someone to share it with me. :) S, even though he lives in a different state now, has also taken an interest in it and the two of us are keeping in touch more than I expected we would.
My life is quiet in the winter. I find myself in contact with old friends and old loves, like certain books of poetry and studying literature and journaling. It isn't as *exciting* as some stages of my life have been, but this is a pace I'm comfortable with, strolling rather than racing to the edge of another precipice and launching myself off the edge, into free fall and a rough landing.