Listening to: live bands at the Ratskeller
Reading: The Martian
Watching: I am so pumped for GoT
Eating: Pork Chops
I have some new favorite photos that will be making there way to my gallery. The California coast is golden.
I need to stop spending money though.
Yesterday I ran on the Golden gate bridge. It was the freest I'd felt in...I don't even know. Maybe since backpacking? It was just the feeling of being somewhere important, of being alive...with the ocean to my right and the city behind me and to my right and happy people all around living their lives.
Oh how nice it is to feel alive.
To have daydreams and wishes and hopes and fragile pieces that you expose to others that could easily be crushed but that you just have to trust they'll treasure as much as you do.
I love you all. Love is a message that does not get shared often enough. It's something I'd lost faith in. But I believe in it again. I believe that there's more than triglycerides, white and red blood cells, water, and plasma running through my veins. There's something thicker there beyond that, and it pulses with a beat, from some primordial source. Maybe it was God that set things into motion. Maybe it was chance. Maybe we live in someone's dream, or in the matrix.
But I know I am a person beyond the 50 hour work-weeks, the mind-numbing tasks, the daily monotony. I was given light by my parents and those who supported me and I don't intend to let the hearth go cold.
Every now and then I find the pieces of myself I'd lost and I scoop them up, and they become my greatest treasures. To have stumbled across them again, being the blind bat that I am, is a miracle that could not be accomplished without the help of others.
My mom. My sisters. My friends.
And maybe, for the time being, a certain person.
I am so grateful to have the people that I have in my life.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Thank you for your support.