i am currently sitting in a towel wrap.
hair twisted up in a hair clip
drinking a glass of shiraz and enjoying linda rondstat on vinyl.
my sweet pup is curled up on a pillow next to me (even though its COMPLETELY against the rules, she's too cute to say no to)
my new dog friend, charlotte the black hyperactive lab, is sitting by the door. panting.
she likes to hold everything in her mouth.
plastic. cork. sock. underwear. my shoe. record covers. dvd. sunglasses. everything.
she doesn't chew. she just holds and slobbers.
the other night, i was asked to join a band on stage.
while that might sound trivial to some, to me....it was, breathtaking.
not my singing. not my performance. but being on stage.
its something unexplainable that happens down in the pit of your soul.
of feeling of complete, joy. unknown to anyone else but you.
you smile inside. you laugh in your gut so hard you feel like its going to implode.
you wish people could feel what you felt.
even if it seems so miniscule on the outside.
i am slowly, but surely, finding myself again.
somehow, over the past couple years. i lost her.
that girl i used to love so much.
the one who had a lust and vivor for life.
who didn't sweat the small stuff.
who dusted the dirt off her shoulder and moved on.
the one who would forgive and forgot.
the one everyone wanted to know. everyone needed to be around. and everyone lived through.
she's coming back. she's morphed and become someone a little different.
but she's almost here. i can feel her. in my toes.
oh. and today i ate a bug while riding a bike.
