Maybe love stays
Maybe love can't.
Maybe love shouldn't.
Maybe love arrives exactly when love is supposed to.
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say Welcome, make yourself at home
If loves leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her
Turn off the music
Listen to the quiet
Whisper
Thank you.. for stopping by.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Sadness
It's been about 5 months since I left BrightTALK, a company that I spent 3.5 years with. Tonight an ex-colleague sent me a picture of another ex-colleague's new baby.
And I realized - I still miss working there. I started missing it about 3 weeks out. And I still do. I miss those connections I made, the relationships I built. I don't regret leaving the company and am happy about the choices I've made. But I'm sad over the loss of what I once had.
So, I think that's life. Always moving and growing. Always letting go of things that no longer serve you. But living with the occasional sadness that comes with leaving things behind.
I could make this REAL depressing and tell you how I think that as I continue to move forward and continue to let things go, I'll just have more and more sadness to live with. And that as you age, there's this pile of sadness that you just have to accept because "that's life." And soon there will be so much sadness that therapy is pointless and Prozac is the only answer.
But that would be negative and defeatist. And that's not me.
And I realized - I still miss working there. I started missing it about 3 weeks out. And I still do. I miss those connections I made, the relationships I built. I don't regret leaving the company and am happy about the choices I've made. But I'm sad over the loss of what I once had.
So, I think that's life. Always moving and growing. Always letting go of things that no longer serve you. But living with the occasional sadness that comes with leaving things behind.
I could make this REAL depressing and tell you how I think that as I continue to move forward and continue to let things go, I'll just have more and more sadness to live with. And that as you age, there's this pile of sadness that you just have to accept because "that's life." And soon there will be so much sadness that therapy is pointless and Prozac is the only answer.
But that would be negative and defeatist. And that's not me.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
you are your fathers daughter
The most amazing feeling i feel
words cant describe the feeling, for real
baby i paint the sky blue
my greatest creation was you
...
your mama said you danced for her
do youuuu wiggle your hands for her?
everything that i prayed for
god's gift, i wish i woulda prayed more
god makes no mistakes
i made a few
rough sledding, hair and nails, but i made it through
...
the most beautiful thing in the world
is daddy's little girl
...
everybody go through stuff
life is a gift love, open it up
Friday, September 23, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
dreams...
I need to get that dead girl's body to her family.
I need to get the girl driving the car to either duck or change directions.
I need to get rid of the guy on the other side of that door, and get OUT of that damn garage.
I love how my brain works.
-excerpt from journal; March - August 2009
I need to get the girl driving the car to either duck or change directions.
I need to get rid of the guy on the other side of that door, and get OUT of that damn garage.
I love how my brain works.
-excerpt from journal; March - August 2009
Saturday, May 21, 2011
4 years ago today.
May, 2007.
The experience:
Side effects:
The lessons:
- Slow movement is still movement
- Do what you can
- Gotta work it out
- Be Grateful
- Take a second to realize what's going on around you
- You're not invincible. Be careful
May, 2011.
...what broken body?
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