Thursday, March 28, 2013
I have been thinking about love.
It doesn't come easy for me. I watch my friends do it and I can't do it like they do.
Sometimes it's easier for me to connect with the person who checks me out in the supermarket. Or the honest passerby asking for directions. The relationships with strangers on the internet. Which gives me pause and makes me feel all messed up.
Eric is at the farm and I'm in the city. It's not so much about that. When he's gone I eat late, big kale salads that are good. Salad is a hard sell for him. But when I'm done, I'm all 'wow that was a LOT of kale' and I feel sort of sick.
32 and still confused.
In the end, we all do our best.