Saturday, June 25, 2011


I miss my yoga mat. I miss a boy who isn't mine and will never be mine. I miss buying size 6 pants. I miss feeling hopeful. I miss good sandwiches.

Yeah, it's all seeming like a bit of a mess at the moment. I guess it's time for bengal tiger strength and english bulldog determination. And remembering to breathe.

1 comment:

Catherine said...

I'm with ya on a bunch of those. *hugs*