Food For Thought

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,

Trish