There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Wednesday, April 10


Tonight I thought I was finally having some honest dialogue with a person who called themselves my friend. Asked me a question, I answered the best I could. And finally felt some relief about this situation! I felt like there was a part of me that finally made some sense. A situation made a lot more sense. It wasn't necessarily what I wanted to happen, but honestly I care about this person and their happiness is more important than my desires.

As i lightened up very very much, my son said to me, mom you are acting crazy, like you are drunk. I was taken off guard. I started thinking, you know when i am drunk, i must act relieved and happy. And he hasn't seen me that way UNLESS i was drunk.

Wow, thats a pretty hefty reality. I am going to have to take some time to ponder all that!

ill get back to you as soon as I have more to say about that. :)

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