A Look Back and a Thank You
Sometimes, when I can't blog--when I know I should be because I'm all knotted up emotionally, or maybe when I'm not that knotted up but just a little twisted, and I can't start, I go back and read my previous posts.
Not because I think I'm that good. But because I realize how far I've come. And that's sort of inspiring, this reminder that I only know how far I've come because I WROTE IT DOWN, and therefore, this benefit jars me into blogging again, at least most of the time.
One thing I do notice: there are so many posts, especially over the winter, to which I got strings of wonderful comments that I did not deserve, especially as I barely responded to anyone. Karen Mc Cullaugh, alex, beth and merideth, ramblin' girl and glitter, kt, m.thom, I love all of you--and if there's someone I missed, please consider yourself loved as well. All of your comments kept me going, and I was in too dark a place to respond much or read any of your blogs; it was all I could do to get to work every day and force myself to go skiing on the weekends, which may seem like a luxury, but I believe was truly the best thing I could have done. I leaned on a lot of people during that time, some of them without even knowing: my fabulous landlord M, who insists that he did nothing altruistic as he charged me rent (barely) but I pay no attention to that because he offered his very private house at a time when I desperately needed a friend, and more than that, a place to stay. My friend "Bobby", who carpooled with me, forcing me to get up on days I did not want to, therefore ensuring my continued employment. My wonderful boyfriend LT, who I leaned on so much that I think he actually carried me at times. And the mountains, who froze the depression out of me, forced me to exercise, and allowed me to transfer my fears of dying friendless, dogless, and poor to a fear of jumps instead, a much easier fear to conquer. 
And some day in the future, when I'm really down and no immediate comfort is handy, I'll look at this picture and think..."Damn, Dave really makes me look skinny! Awesome!"
11 comments:
For my part, I'm glad I found you...even though I don't think I said so much as a word to you while hunkered down in the chemE cluster.
Also, you are going to have to help me out with this picture. The item at the end of the counter, on the aluminum foil, looks to me like a turkey. It also seems to resemble the picture on the green box. So please correct me if I'm wrong...is that a turkey-in-a-box? Because that would be wicked cool.
Lovin' you too!
Sometimes blog love is the best love :) Glad you're feeling a little more cheerful these days, the spring is glorious.
Not JUST a turkey...
Hey, thanks for leaving a comment on my blog! Now I've found yours and I'm reading through all *your* archives! :-)
Indeed, it is not just a turkey. It is a Tur-Duck-Hen, which just made me throw up a little in my mouth. (It's a hen, stuffed inside a duck, stuffed inside a turkey. It's the grossest idea of all time, including the idea of the Tofurkey, which I don't like either. Maybe I just don't like turkey?)
Other people seemed to find the tur-duck-hen wonderful, though, so perhaps I am biased. (Shocking!)
Wow! Turducken in a box. I've heard of this wonderful, mythical creature...never eaten one, though.
Yuck (to the Turducken or whatever the hell it is).
By the way, you are skinny, so shaddup. :)
true (blog) friends don't care if you comment on their blogs, they're happy to blog-stalk you anyway!
I dunno. Tofurkey is just disgusting. As over the top as turducken seems, it at least tastes normal.
Totally forgot to respond to this: Hi RG! Thank you, honey--it's much appreciated.
And Quatoes: Yes! I imagine human flesh would taste normal, too, if you ate it long enough. :D
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