I've started to want to mine the past as a source of LOs and reflection. Funny road--I started this whole scrapping business to celebrate current cats and memorialize deceased ones and I've come around to celebrate and mourn over me. That's me in the middle. The two people on either side of me are gone now, one of breast cancer the other Hepatitis C. Marie was a very dear friend who I regret having mostly lost touch with as the years went by. Dutch was for a few
ecstatic (and misguided) months THE BOYFRIEND. He wasn't a very good one but I suppose I wasn't a very good girlfriend either. As for me, I was as radiantly happy as I looked--just on the eve of entering grad school. And putting back on the 40 pounds it had just taken me six months to lose. And not taking very long to part ways with that radiance. Still I managed to emerge two years later with an MA. Not that I ever did anything with it. But the lesson learned Looking Back is that there has always been one very slender but very strong core of something (not really even sure what) that keeps me more or less on the path in a forward gear. In spite of myself.
I have also learned that while still a dicey business at best, mood management is ever so slightly more do-able without boyfriends