Not much to say, but just checking in, since the insult of choice for me lately seems to be that my blogs aren’t updated frequently enough. On a Saturday.
I spent the morning an hour north of Seattle helping a friend clean rat poop out of her storage unit. Rat. Poop. Everywhere. There were Hazmat suits involved, but they’re not worth discussing further since I don’t have a photo. But I’ll just say that I got there late, and as I pulled up my car and saw everyone else, I had a momentary thought that I may have been sucked through a wormhole an onto the set of Outbreak. So that was my good friend deed for the year. I’m not being nice to anyone until January.
Then I came home, tried to nap, failed, and wound up watching West Wing reruns on iTunes for four hours, because that is what I do these days. And I couldn’t be happier about it. I got up to season four with an ex-boyfriend years ago, and then we broke up and the show was kind of soured for me. But three years later I seem to have recovered fully, and I’m halfway through season five and loving it. Ah, the unexpected benefits of emotional healing.
A couple of my girlfriends were going out in Belltown tonight, and normally I avoid Belltown like the plague, because there’s no parking and it’s basically like a mini-LA but with more crackheads and less Lindsay Lohan. (And before you make a snarky comment about that, remember that it’s not technically crack if you snort it.) Seriously though it’s such a scene, but I love these girls, so I made the trek. Normally it takes me five minutes to get there, but between the Bite of Seattle and some event at the Key Arena (from the number of cops and the street blockages you’d think it was the President of the United States meeting with an endangered caribou) it took about 40 minutes in that traffic. Once I got there, though, I had a blast with the girls, like I always do, even in an LA-style club where the guys inside wore sunglasses and Ed Hardy. I have the coolest. Friends. Ever. No drama. No jealousy. No catty comments. Not ever. Just unwavering support and trust, because they’re confident in themselves and their lives, as well they should be. I’m so grateful to have friends like this in my life. It’s a great point of self-confidence for me: If women who are this amazing actively work to maintain a friendship with me, I probably don’t suck too hard.
Anyway. Lots going on in my head right now, most of which had probably not be publicized because Lord only knows these days who reads this blog. It’s a wonder anyone reads any of my blogs, considering how vocal they are about hating them. But I kind of feel an inkling that I’m approaching another change period. I’m not excited, necessarily, but for once I am calm. I feel it coming — I recognize that feeling, and I trust it. I have faith that the universe will direct me toward wherever I need to be. That’s such progress for me.
