a hint of the future i hope

I got to hold hands last night. Well, sort of. I love fingers and hands and forearms and holding them and being in possession of them. There is something so amazing about that kind of extremely innocent human contact that feels so good. It's a connection...it's assurance...it's secure. It's not some drunk guy trying to grope you or get their hands somewhere you don't want them. It's welcome and calm and warm. I love how they fit together...hands, that is.

so what...

I was gonna delete this blog…

filled with stories that i needed to let go...

instead…

I went to gym!

probably had the best workout of my life and I have to thank PINK.

Pink has a new song! this song (and video) is freaking hilarious and has to be the coolest breakup video up to date.

“I'm gonna show your tonight, i'm alrite, i'm just fine”, that’s class.

so... the final verdict is... the blog stays and i may have to mourn a little longer...

bygone...

pear shaped

Sometimes life has a way of going all pear shaped.

One moment you're skipping along in the sunshine and the next you're floundering in a sea of uncertainty and doubt, desperate to keep your head above water and cursing yourself for having never really learned how to swim.

Each day survived was done with a friend's words in my ear. Every day you go in and you pick a task and give it your full attention. When that one's done, you move on to the next and keep going. Focus on the things you can control. And then at 5 when you walk out that door and into the world that's out of control, just keep reminding yourself to breathe.
So that's what I did.
I remembered to breathe.
In and out.
Out and in.
Counting each labored breath until the world righted itself again.

why!!

Why is it that men always seem to know how to push my buttons?

Whether it's someone I used to love, someone I still love or someone I like.

All of them seem to have unearthed a rogue copy of "Sri, the Operator's Manual" and committed it to memory.