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Monday, May 21, 2012

Day 336 - 341: Beauty, brunch, beginnings




Day 336 - Wednesday, May 16, 2012
I'm so glad to have an assistant. I'm also so glad she's not fulltime; the pressure of managing someone and ensuring that she's busy is a stress, even if her diligence and solid work ethic take so much off my plate.


Day 337 - Thursday, May 17, 2012

I choose to read this sentence as an imperative (where welcome is a command).

What if we welcomed grace and peace? Went out, expected it, greeted it with open arms?

 Day 338 - Friday, May 18, 2012


 Sometimes beauty is in the strangest places you never think to look - like under your feet at your favorite LA coffee shop.              

Loved spending Friday night dancing outdoors at Music Center in Downtown LA. Happy 80s night!



Day 339 - Saturday, May 19, 2012



Gay boyfriends are really better than straight boyfriends 90% of the time. Especially when they cook you amazing brunch and you get to eat it by their pool.

Also, life lessons learned from a first birthday party: enjoy your up to your elbows!


Day 340 - Sunday, May 20, 2012


 
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na, na na, na na na na

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better


So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
...

Day 341 - Monday, May 21
I thought he killed my hope, but he didn't. I can feel her, warm and budding, in my heart. For the first time in a long time. She wasn't gone. She just got a little shy after she lost the last battle.

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