this is where you can find me for several weeks, on the couch which is covered in a sheet, next to my dog, computer on the lap, typing my heart out.an exchange over dinner with me, john, and his family....
me: when i was 10 years old my mom took me to mcdonalds and i threw up in her car after drinking their orange juice. i've never been able to go to a mcdonalds since then.
me (with enthusiasm): never, ever, ever!
john: you mean you haven't been to a mcdonalds since you were 10 years old?
me: yes, that's right. 22 years, isn't that crazy? never, ever.
john (completely exhausted by me): what are you talking about! you go to mcdonalds every other week for their coke and french fries!
me (completely dumbfounded and exhausted by me): oh yeah! hahahhahahahahhahahha!
i have exchanges like that often. i am completely, blissfully unaware, distracted.
i soak in the tub just about every nite around 1am as i prepare for bed.
my dog spends hours and hours sleeping next to me on this couch as i type. every once in awhile i give her a spoonful of peanut butter, not just because she loves it but because watching her chomp and lick her way through it makes me laugh, laugh, laugh.
i miss everyone.
i feel a bit uninteresting. my life feels quite narrow right now, and it will continue to be until i get through these next few weeks.
i am thankful for the people in my life who are supporting me, encouraging me, and lifting me up lately. writing a book feels out of the ordinary and it's nice to have dear friends and family who understand why you've sort of dropped out of life for a bit. and why you have a need to shout with joy, cry with overwhelm, talk talk talk, then disappear again.
ride, i tell you!