The Care and Feeding of Caterpillars

[butterflydreaming]

I had a four day weekend, and I needed it. It's almost gone and I haven't done everything that I wanted to do, but I did
-> catch up on sleep and entertainment (Friday)
-> celebrate amheriksha's birthday with dim sum and wind-up, jousting knights (Saturday)
-> correct the travesty of never having seen Harold & Maude all these many years (Sunday)
-> have time to think (today, Monday)

Now I'm sitting in C & P coffee house waiting for the line to finish being served so that I can have another beverage. I scared unnerved the barista earlier, I think -- psyche leakage. Oh, well. People don't have good barriers against chaos. No, not actually chaos, just a bit of detrius. Or: me, with the gate door open.

The most noticeable changes in light and dark happen at the equinox.

I forget to think of myself as a woman, because in my head, I'm always a girl. I could make myself fit into a stable, predictable life, a routine of safety. I could become a grown up. I could do that, but I won't, so this is what I get.

Comments

[amheriksha.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to say THANK YOU for planning that! I had such a wonderful time, and it was the best way for me to start my birthday celebrations.

*hugs* Stable predictable lives are almost always lived by those that long to break free.