I always cry at endings
I’m mostly better now, than I was.
I am just wanting something to be excited about. A project, a love affair, a job. Something that will jump into my mind when I wake up in the morning so I’ll smile and say “I am lucky,” and then I’ll dance in the shower to the happiest songs I know.
I don’t wake up angry anymore.
Everything seems somehow more fully loaded now. I blow around like a leaf. The Weakerthans record I’ve listened to a hundred times still stirs my heart up like it was new. My eyes are wet from Stepmom on TV. Weblog entries make humble and I don’t ever want to put down The Hours. Belle and Sebastian make me sing along like I was brand new.
I’m open, wide open, and ready for something better.
I can’t think of any (printable) personal experience stories that will fill 1,000 words. Something about Calgary.