that feeling where you cant tell if something is a faraway memory or not so faraway dream..

i woke up late for a skype date that i had eagerly been anticipating so i sat down and proceeded to write some notes home as penance.
keeping in touch with people you love is important, even if its not easy.
normally i actually dont find it so difficult, but this week has been a strange one.
for some reason ive fallen hard from the high i was on in the jungle and at the beach during the fin de semaine.


the past three nights ive been plagued by wild dreams that have taken some time to shake when morning has inevitably come..
runaways, broken promises, babies, proposals, and high school reunions..

i usually prefer to dream of such lovely things as fairies, frolicking, hot boys, and revolutions..

but in any case.

i dont even know what im writing.

i need to go listen to a stupid cd my boss gave me to make sure i say the alphabet properly. then i need to go to the bank and pick up the second card ive lost. then i need to go to work. then yoga. then pack. im hungry and we are all out of bananas. ooh geeze.

this is nice. and true: 

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.

John Lennon