Great New Year's gathering last night raised my hopes for an upcoming year filled with love, friends, growth and satisfaction. Headlines this morning, coupled with the boy disappearing for the day (we've spent nearly every moment of the past week together) brought me back to earth and reminded me to take things slow. I'm still hopeful, although am back to cautiously optimistic. Still having these minor, but daily, anxiety attacks... sometimes I can pinpoint the origin but many times it's much more generalized... Maybe it's the feeling of being alive? Haunted? Hesitant? Hopeful? Fear?
Moment by moment and day by day we build our lives...
(notice new bush countdown clock below...)
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