The last two days have made me sad and glad.
Sad was for someone else, and I am fine, but thinky, about what matters, and who matters, and how very hard it can be to tell the people who do matter that they matter to you, and how very much you wish they cared more for themselves.
But also glad, in an exhilarated beaches and islands and seals and stones and poems and photographs and friends to share it all with, good times and bad, and oh, life is so very worth living, yes?
And there was a very little bit of slightly running this afternoon. I’m still grinning to myself about that. Although I still maintain I was bullied into it…