some days you feel like you are doing good. Making progress...moving on.
some days the sun is warm and you wake up with windows open and little birds singing.
Some days you are inspired, so much so that maybe you decide to get out your summer shorts and sandals. And in pulling out the cedar chest of dormant treasures you spy on the floor a favorite t-shirt that somehow got tossed around and has been hiding hidden for a few months.
And that t-shirt for sure needs to go in the wash, because mixed in with the golden retriever fur bits is a long dark hair left behind from someone that never calls, texts or emails anymore.
"How long until you don't miss someone anymore?" Was my thought as I threw the shirt in the wash...
I blame the sunshine and the perky damn birds.
