Found a smoking room in the airport. We all look sick but quite happy.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself….the mom in E.T. had an alien living in her house for days and didn’t notice.”
Requires time to think. Do nothing but think. With all this time set aside for thinking, my mind tends to wander and ponder much more. Preparation may be the answer I’ve always been seeking.
Damn risk management gets in the way of my dreams all the time.
Don’t make too many rules, they just might destroy your spirit of enterprise!
There is nothing about this, about us that isn’t right. You are what I want. What I crave. I can’t explain why now and not before. My only answer to that is I was young and foolish and didn’t know what I wanted or needed. Or maybe I needed to live more before fully knowing what I wanted and needed. I was terrified of living the life my mother had.
To me you are the only choice.
You accept that.
While there are many, I think if I hosted one it would be a car accident you couldn’t look away from.
I’m an “August” kind of happy.
Sometimes (many times) family loves comes with emotional whiplash.
Mine used to be askew. But I’ve been corrected, it’s broad.