Well, we survived the Rapture and at last made landfall and not a moment too soon. I am so grateful right now that I do have some wonderful people around me, one of whom happens to be a long-time friend from before my shipboard days. He, another friend and I all headed out and had a delightfully fun-filled day ashore doing relatively nothing. Taxi tour and taking really silly stupid pictures and suddenly, I was me again. Yes, I’ve a long way to go, but for a few hours, I wasn’t just someone who screwed up her life again. I was happy tooling around the world with friends, being silly and stupid and not caring what anyone else thought. And for a moment, I had once again touched my inner awesome. I didn’t have time to write. I was too busy doing. I need more of that. No more thinking. It does me no good anyway.
I have decided to stop calling myself a dirty ho and adopted the nomenclature Land Ho. No, not really; truthfully I'm back to practicing saying only nice things to myself about myself and have taken up a casual policy of leaving little love notes for myself. But I still do want to be a Land Ho for Halloween!
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