So many good things have been coming into my life lately, and I feel a little guilty because I'm rushing a bit. Not absorbing. Rushing for fear it'll all go away. That the other shoe will drop. That it'll all disappear. It's still hard to believe in my present life: that I can make my own decisions: that I am truly allowed (by myself) to make myself happy. Maybe some people just growing up knowing that stuff. But I grew up thinking "selfish" and "happy" were two bad words, equated with shallowness. I know everyone pretty much has to deal with their own demons as an adult, and come to terms with life as they see it, in whatever ways work for them. I am so thankful about the paths my feet have found that have taken me to where I am. About the serendipities and sychronicities and symbols that brighten my days. That I have found what really gives full satisfaction, and that it comes from inside of me, through my work. That I am resilient, flexible, and connected to a creative flow. And that, above all, those are things I can count on. (of course besides Tim, the dogs, et al.) And Polaroids. I really love Polaroids. Be prepared: I just won a bid on a Polaroid SX-70 on ebay. So excited I'm chewing my nails!