interestingly enough, i can't seem to stop crying about my walks.
i'm actually surprising myself.
yeah, i thought i'd cry a little bit, but every time i think about it,
i cry. i just told bob about it for the first time minutes ago,
he was unavailable yesterday and i thought that would be good
as it would give me a chance to get a grip and be a big girl about it.
and sure enough - i just couldn't even get the first word out without crying.
so much for being a big girl.
c'mon ter, it's just morning walks.
you can walk. you're healthy. you have a love of the sky.
all that is what matters.
i guess there's more tho. along with just feeling bad about the
stuff goin' on in the neighborhood. that's hard to see too.
so there's a lot entangled for me.
and yeah, it makes me sad.
but adapting is the key.
i remember just a little bit ago i heard the phrase 'adapt or die.'
i prolly blogged about it. it tickled me and i sooooo related.
it's one heck of a phrase, isn't it?
or how about the one i just hung up on my fridge -
'let go or be dragged.'
i'm gonna have to get a new routine down.
and i think it may affect the blog posting. i may change that now.
we'll see what happens.
i'm reminded of another time i felt sad like this......
when they took my trees.....
i wrote this -
they plowed down her trees and she wept.
they forgot to take the sky tho.
the clouds became her refuge.
they can't take my sky. i've still got that.