Here's what happened

I’m feeling oh-so-fragile today.

I had a single margarita Friday night with dinner, and nothing at Rick’s birthday party on Saturday, (not by choice, NOBODY OFFERED us anything) so it’s not a hangover.

It’s so hard for me to take that leap of faith from the promised land to reality. The promised land where everything is just peachy, and everybody says what they mean and means what they say. The land without guilt, jealousy, insecurity and carbohydrates.

I have everything I need, but it never seems quite right.
My constant, doubting mind can negate any gain I might make in self growth.

I try to keep an open mind, but maybe it’s too open. I stray from whimsy to idea.
I wait for other people to define me. Maybe I need a path to follow.

I put too much weight on insignificant occurrences. I look for meaning in all the wrong places.
And when I find meaning, I gloss over it.

We spent yesterday preparing for the hurricane and watching the coverage on each and every channel that would mention it. We had some wind and rain but, thankfully, nothing bad happened to us. Others weren’t so lucky.

I don’t want to be scared into appreciating what I have. I’d rather learn that lesson the easy way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it’s right in front of me.