Spork in the road

11:39p.m. (Monday) I ran. I didn't think I was going to do it today but it boiled down to the thought that if I don't start I can't start. I can't remain in a stalemate with myself. It's dull and ultimately I wouldn't tolerate it in anyone else.

I met with Mark today and apologized for my no show at his performance yesterday. I gave him the brief version of what is plaguing me. I think I bullet pointed everything that I know I'm dealing with. I still feel there's a deeper level that I'm not seeing yet. I'm ice skating just above the fishing pond.

Last night's kiss still has me. It's always pleasant when someone can kiss well, but I really sense goodness in Javier. I'm actually very excited about seeing him sometime next Sunday. It's a thrill that whispers in my ears and imbues the space in-between.

Shea butter and stretch marks? I think this is one battle of age that I'm just going to have to accept gracefully and look forward. Hahahaha... what a crock. And I don't even have the kids to blame for them.