I just finished reading Eat, Pray, Love and am feeling incredibly, incredibly grateful to be who I am and to be where I am.
I am also eating leftovers from my lunch-- Lemongrass Beef from the most delicious Vietnamese restaurant in the world, down near Narc's place. (There are so many surprisingly amazing restaurants in his neighborhood!)
I am grateful that tomorrow is November 19th and that I'm feeling incredibly at peace with the world. Perhaps it is never to late for a song to be unsung.
["This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
Honestly-- I don't feel that my heart is broken right now, though.]
I shut off my cell phone. It's been off for the past few hours. I like that no one can reach me right now-- no one except for my cat, who has been very persistent in his quest for head scratches despite the fact that I was trying to ignore him while engrossed in my reading.
I am grateful that tomorrow is November 19th.
I feel lucky to be me. I wouldn't choose to be anyone else in the world. I am in love with my own story.
love,
h
3 comments:
It's amazing what the right story at the right time can do, isn't it? Have a good time being incommunicado.
I'm happy to hear you sound so content with life. :)
Gosh, you sound so content! I'm glad. Oh, I just realized that's exactly what the previous comment says. I still mean it though!
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