9:08 p.m. - August 15, 2002
I know you want to hear my drawl
I'm home in hazy, brown, burnt, emotionally exhausted California.
I'm tired.
Finished opening 11 weeks' worth of mail. Realized I'm on a catalog list for wine purists, linens purists, and Scientologists [should I be scared?]. I am several thousand dollars richer, unexpectedly; the state of California has delivered on its promise for a retroactive 12.8% annual pay raise based on earnings for the past 4 years. How fun is that to find a check at the end of a tremendous experience and worries that too much was spent?
As for the trip to North and South Carolina, I have no adequate words.
My life is changing at the cellular level and it is not a tortuous pain but a constant ache in the bones that comforts because I know the ache has purpose. I feel like I revitalized a friendship with myself.
Yup. Things are changing.
I'm excited, scared, vulnerable, relieved, anxious, happy, confident, resplendent in one.
The past week was a turning point in my life.
Simple as that.
