So . . . . .had a wonderful chat w my mom and sister yesterday about feeling disconnected. Perhaps that's what fuel's blogging - a bunch of people wanting desperately to let their inner world be known because they can't escape the feeling that it is so worth it to share your life with people. Maybe there's a hint of something akin to group therapy, the ability to voice yourself without being judged or put down . . . at least initially.
Me? I just like writing. I like getting what's in, out. And, oddly enough over the years, I've met people interested in what I have to say, just as I am interested in what they are saying. It's been neat, sharing that bit of me with them.
But enough of that for now. So far this summer, I've taken in my first Stampedesque experience, moved into a place on my own for the first time, expanded my culinary horizons ( I now make myself more than just pasta) , and laughed and cried a fairly equal number of times. Hopefully, I'm gonna head home before September and go sky diving w Doug, but failing that, I might try some hang gliding . . . . or base jumping.
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