I have a few things on my mind, and writing helps me sort them out. I haven’t been writing enough lately. (If you think this place is full of my ramblings you should see my google documents or my file system on my home computer). And I think it’s hilarious that my web browser thinks I mis-spelled “google.” Google google google.

Anyway, on my mind. I want badly to somehow repair the damage I have wrought over the last several years, but wanting it to happen doesn’t really mean shit. There isn’t a “how to” manual for this. Trial and error, much? (mostly error). I’m working hard along the way to manage my emotions and my expectations. To be realistic about what is possible and what is simply out of reach. To be patient.

Where did the subject line come from? Because for a few days I’ve been feeling out of place. Like I don’t really belong. I realize that it is not up to anyone else to make me feel like I belong, to feel wanted, but still, it wouldn’t hurt to get a little positive feedback now and then.

And yet, as the song goes – overall, I can’t complain.