Sometimes Spring decimates the human spirit. Nature revives generally, but unevenly and there are elements that don't revive at all but continue instead the slow nature of their own destruction. Friendships can be in either of those categories -- reviving or self-destroying.
As spring waxes I become more and more aware of myself -- my idiosyncrasies, my chosen differences, my humor, my lack of humor about myself, and on and on and on.
Tosha is coming to visit in two weeks. For Spring. And to see her friend's play at Armstrong Atlantic. And to see...me.
About all this my morbid and self-aimed sense of life undercuts my desire to be happy, and healthy, and whole. I need, I think, to let go and feel things. And be happy. And live. And be.
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