Feeling gutted.

Um what. Is this some new hip term? Nope. Its me not really knowing how to describe how I’m feeling. I think that’s the worse. It’s one thing to know your mad or sad or upset but not knowing how you feel or why you feel it sucks. There is no way I can frill up that sentence. It just sucks. I feel like a teenage girl—EW. NO. NOT MY THING.

Mixed emotions suck.
Cancer sucks.
Cousins rock.
Hugs rock.
Words are confusingly beautiful.
Beginnings are scary.
The future (even just the tomorrow future) is scary.
Time flies.
People say hi and bye too frequently.
The hellos are fab.
The good byes leave you wishing they didn’t fly home.
Hugs are a necessity.
Pink lemonade makes it all a little sweeter.
Late night girl talks are my fav.
Summer is no where near long enough.
Pep talks for others all of a sudden are for yourself.
HUGS PEOPLE I LOVE ME SOME HUGS.

and chocolate.

Welcome to my world. So much thinking, so little getting done. But this is where I am today and that is OK. I am OK. Time isn’t slowing down and that’s OK. But soon OK needs to improve because the moment we stop trying to be better than OK, it turns bad. So tomorrow I will get up and go spend the day with 5 yr olds teaching them how to dance better than OK. So I will make tomorrow a step better than OK. Soon OK will be good.

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