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“Just being grateful.”

Posted By on May 24, 2013 in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings | 0 comments

I wrote this post on facebook tonight:

“Life isn’t fair. Way too many beautiful, undeserved things happen for me to ever call it fair.”

And then friends started texting or asking, “Um…WHAT HAPPENED?!”

Well, my one friend asked, “So, did something actually, like, HAPPEN…or are you just being grateful?”

I didn’t skip a beat and said, “Just being grateful.”

And, actually things DID happen. ARE happening. Though, they might not be what you’d call headlines.

I have such dear friends, a family that emotionally fits me like a glove, and I am so well loved by an extraordinary human being who calls me his girlfriend; I am staring out the window at a soaking wet windblown sky that will waken me tomorrow morning looking completely different–an unending idea of color variances and patterns that make things like chevron, houndstooth, and paisley feel somewhat boring in comparison; I am playing a show on Sunday night–my first in Boston and I am excited to get up on a stage and be myself with the aid of a microphone; I am learning how to make new things with my sewing machine all the time (the as of yet still illusive button hole be darned!); I am taking a million (or so) classes; I am fascinated; I am discovering how beautiful Boston is (the public garden! the Boston Common! Libraries FULL of books! People who say CAHHHHH when they mean car! Beacon Hill! Paul Revere’s house!); I am working on dreams, trying to coax them out into the intimidating light of reality; I am breathing and alive and sleeping at night and awake in the day and laughing at mostly appropriate things (who am I kidding? It’s a mix).

And so when my friends ask me, “WHAT HAPPENED?!”

And I say “Nothing, really…”


I mean all the above.

And more–lots more, too.

I just don’t always feel like texting all that, is the thing.

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