Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Thursday, May. 19, 2005 - 5:25 a.m.
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Back Home ZZZZZ
Dang! 5:15 am.
Had a nice time in the countryside. Good to catch up with friends.
Didn't get hardly any work done... I was up so late on Monday night that I only got about 4 hours sleep, so last night (Tues night) I crashed at 12:30 midnight when my friend and I stopped chatting. I thought, haha, that I'd wake up early, like 8 or 9.
I woke up at 11:30, if you can believe it. That's ELEVEN hours of sleep. Oh well. So, had breakfast, went shopping for gardening supplies, went for a walk and the kids were already back from school. Hung out, drove home, caught up on the 131 emails I had in my inbox, including replying, scanning some images, packing up a comics order. Dang.
And now I totally am zotted again. Gotta get to bed or Thursday will be gone by too! eeeek!
And I have TOTALLY been flipflopping on the whole adoption thing. Yes it is a great thing with a good chance of a great kid. No, it is tearing kids out of the only home they have known, and bringing a fucked up little stranger into my home who may hate me forever. Or at best be accepting that I gave them a place to live but they don't feel I am their mom, and I'll hate myself and be feeling more alone than ever. Yes it's a great thing, and I'd probably get a gret kid. No, it could be a nightmare for me and the kid. Yes. No. Yes. No.
Right now I'm mostly into getting as much info and contacts as possible. And look into things like sponsoring kids in Ukraine who need medical help, I dunno, different stuff around the edges that can familiarize myself to make a better decision.
I admit to being rather obsessed by making a decision though.
But not tonight.
zzz
Me
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