Yesterday was a day of celebration. It was good. I felt so good. And I might have been a little hopped up on caffeine. Today, I'm a little blue. It could be the clouds. It could be the post "holiday" let down. It could just be the waves of sadness ebbing and flowing. Someone told me today that grief is a process. I wanted to say, "fuck the process. I'm processed out." I've processed my orientation, the ending of my marriage, going back to school, being a single mom, and now this. Good lord I'm full up.

I appreciate the kind words. Forgive me for being needy, but keep 'em comin'.