I just started bleeding. Band aid number four. Two from the poison oak/ivy/?? that somehow made it onto my legs, and two for the calf-blisters I got from rocking my Hunters with no socks on. I have a rash on my stomach from my dryer sheets and I am no longer able to drink caffeine as per the doctor's orders. Basically I am falling apart.
My emotions have mirrored my physical being for the past three weeks, but I feel that things are starting to turn around. The Tech boys being here, my Joe Pug moment on the grass (pre-spilling my afternoon delight cranberry mixed drink), Kelly finding the Ke$ha feather that was MIA for two years- these things have reminded me that sometimes life just takes time to sort itself out. I'm going to have moments when I'm a disorganized wreck, but eventually I'll get into a routine and eventually I'll figure out how to achieve the balance I've been hoping for.
I'm so grateful for my friends' ability to remind me that I was once functional and I will be once again. I'm in a privileged position; we all are- we have four years to learn and prepare for the rest of our lives. We're becoming the people we will be. Now I sound like Oprah, but alas...
la vie est belle, mais elle est courte.
kisses bitches,
-kmf
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