Last night I went out with my daughter, her roommate (one of three) and roomie's brother and folks. We ate at a neighborhood restaurant specializing in American cuisine. Big glasses of Stella Artois around the table and then on to an Irish pub down the street for some karaoke. Nice night. Sarah escorting them back to the Brooklyn Marriott via showing them the Promenade and then her roomie, Mary Cait, and her returning here for the night. I walked home feeling the mist of possible rain, more fog than anything. A night of mystery, an ongoing walk of discovery.
Taken a couple of hard hits recently for my choices (or stumblings) and it's not always easy being me (or being easy), but on I go. For my victories will be my girls' too. Can't stop now. Feel the excitement coming of results, though. Fireworks around the bend.
I feel it.
And "feeling" is everything.
Much love and adios 2008. You taught me well. I am a better woman. I am still standing. Hell, it'd take more than that to hurt me. (Just kidding...no, really just kidding...) Smooth sailing por favor.
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