I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
Lucky ’13, I called this year, choosing not to look at the “bad luck” connotations associated with the number 13.
I didn’t get into any PhD programs, I’m still doing the drug and alcohol thing for work. I’m so frustrated about that, but getting to practice having faith and trying again. I wanna be smart about my decisions. There are going to be several things that make me more attractive to programs this go ’round.
Yet there are other promising things as well.
Cohiba and I are getting married next year, and he and I were talking about our plans this morning. He doesn’t want to see the dress beforehand; doesn’t even want to see an idea of it, but I realized that his choice of wardrobe may change according to the dress, and I don’t want him to have regret.
We’re getting married at Disney, and I told him that one of the dresses I tried on, with surprising success, was a ball gown. That is just so Disney and princessy, and I said “That is totally not me.” He said, “What are you talking about? That is you. You love imagination and play – why do you think we have so much fun there?”
That warmed my cheeks and my heart, and it is in the spirit of love and imagination that I indulge my thoughts and seek out the pieces of art that speak to me.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 