right now, i feel like the bag on the couch. carelessly flopped over, tired and very much just resting before it has to be picked up, used and put on the go again.
but somehow, like the messenger bag's outstanding colour, this worn-out being is still very much alive.
the weekend was a roller coaster ride. i woke up one morning and things had changed. joy, blessings, sadness, disappointment, anger, disgust came tumbling in all together.
i'm grateful for the blessings. i'll take the hard knocks as they come. i don't always have to know what to do right now.
i'm just treasuring the little moments that provide great joy and pleasure as they come.
even if that does mean contending with "The Mouth, The Experienced one and (i forgot mark's alter ego but let's just call him Mr. MC)
Thanks guys for all the good times
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