I hope this is right. I think maybe it is.
Tonight will probably include running (I really, really hate running...so when I do it, you know it's serious) along the Bay, preferably when it's pretty cold out, so that the wind stings my eyes and creeps out a few tears in a more it's-OK-to-cry-in-public way. If I didn't think I'd die instantly of hypothermia I might be tempted to dunk myself in the water, too. The sea is very healing like that. Just like the fastest way to heal a summer cut is to spend hours splashing in the ocean (as a klutzy kid I healed many a boo boo this way), I think the quickest way to heal a bruised ego is to spend as much time on, near, or in the water as possible. Something about the immensity of it, I think. I'm so lucky to live right next to it; just a brisk walk away from beautiful spots to ocean gaze. Now if I could just find someone who owns a boat to be my friend....
Then I think I'll go home and bake this, courtesy of my best friend, who always magically has the right things to say when I'm not a very happy girl. I miss her so much I physically have a lump in my throat thinking of her....which, she will probably make fun of me for immediately after reading that. I can hear her little voice telling me to get up, dry your tears, and be kick ass! I plan to cuddle the crap out of her this Christmas, regardless.
And then I'll finally finish the vision board I promised another dear friend, whose little brother-esque perspective I've grown to value deeply; "I mean, you can't control other people...so the best you can do is represent yourself in a way that reflects who you are and what you believe in and let the chips fall how they can." I hope he knows how much I believe in him and his visions for his life. I'm stoked to see where his path takes him!
Silly Thursday. You haven't been my favorite.
In Gratitude for salt water,