here is a pic of marc. we were having lunch at the abbey in west hollywood. it was a superior day.
i look pretty comfortable in this picture, eh? marc sent this pic which he took from his blogging spot. i really had a great weekend there. it was quite a trip for me. there were so many spots in west hollywood that i have a tweeking history with. almost every park i saw, many parking lots, a couple of neighborhoods, all held memories of being twacked and getting loaded. it was consistently like surfing a mine field and i had to consistently remind myself to let go of the fear or embrace the fear. and there was quite a bit of fear. but thank goodness, there was quite a bit of healing for me along with it. i definitely cherish this day.
the next few days i am very busy. i am in training for the next 2 days. i work on saturday, and then sunday i have plans for most of the day. i am hooking up with an old employer just to catch up and see what's happening. she has 2 kids and i haven't seen them for over a year. then SIN is having brunch on Sunday and i hope to promote a new idea i have for them.
i have rediscovered that i am not perfect(again) and i am struggling(again) with , that reality. you'd think i could easily digest my imperfection, but repeatedly i am somewhat undone by the realization that i fuck up, i misjudge, i overreact, i speak too quickly, and become impatient. it is a humbling process and i can honestly appreciate that. thank goodness i only have to get through this one day at a time. maybe tomorrow things will look a little differently. or maybe i'll be looking at something else entirely. and then maybe, i can just chill, relax, and cherish the day.....
3 comments:
Great picture of the both of you! I'm glad you had such a great time. And I can only imagine how it felt to be reminded of such a dark time, everywhere you went.
Yes, great pictures indeed. Both of these shots capture a bit of the personalities of the subjects. Though I haven't seen many, this is the best pic I've seen of you.
My prayer for you: strength and stamina for your busy days ahead.
Your visit to West Hollywood is part of your healing. Hard, yes, and fearful. Sometimes healing is painful. That means it's working.
It is really comforting when someone loves you despite your fuck-ups. My challenge is to love myself despite my fuck-ups. Yeah, one day at a time. I love you dear.
Never mind you, lets talk about my aura! Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!
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