13 and Loving It

Some days are just giddy, giggly days. Today was one of those for me. Somewhere between the 3 hours of sleep and the 2-hour grammar refresher in Practical Journalism, I regressed back to 7th grade was overcome by a sense of light and fluffy-ness, which is a rare and beautiful thing for the pseudo-philosophical person that I tend to be.

It all started when one of the sentences was, "We compared Bernadette's writing with Tim's" (shout out to you two!). At the risk of sounding ridiculous, it reminded me that I have great friends, several of whom I've been able to have real conversations with, and talking in "real time" always cheers the heart. Anyhow, walking home from journalism, groceries in hand, I realized that I am indeed in a good place and having a good time.

On a related note, it is wonderful to just slip into a "deep", personal conversation with someone that you don't know all that well. It reminds you that you do have valid things to say and other people do want to hear them. I love it when we receive these signs just before the stress overcomes us.

Anyhow, I'm sounding like a hallmark card (or perhaps an Ardath Rodale book, if you're reading Cecilia), so I'll cut the schlock now, but it's lovely to have one of these days every once in a while. It's necessary. Now I'm going out for a night of jazz because I have friends, British ones!

Kisses.