If I were to write a (very late) blog today, this is what it would say:
3 months of silence.
Followed by 1 week of crazy.
Beat. Sapped. Tired.
Ate so much.
Ran so fast.
Didn’t really sleep.
Got something I was hoping for.
Love my friends gobs.
And gobs and gobs.
Like, hug-you-in-the-sunny-parking-lot gobs.
Gorgeous in Nashville today.
Flying to Austin tonight.
Val’s picking me up.
Joey and Sam are getting married tomorrow.
But it’s snowing back in Colorado.
And Mom’s in the hospital.
I can’t really focus. Social whiplash and emotional incongruity. Reasons to cry while the sun shines down. And I think that’s just like life.
It’s all going to be okay. Right? It’s all going to be okay.