Easy like Sunday

I write today at 7:30pm which is unusual for me. I normally write in the morning. I write to talk about another Joe filled day. Not in the conventional sense, but recently the thought of him made me smile a few times. I have thought of this man daily for months, the idea of seeing him again is a balm to the soul. I only have 10 days left to ask for it. Its so wonderful, and so sad, that that is what lifts my mood, the idea of conversation with him, speaking to him. Enjoying him. He made me feel like a young lady, with all the awkwardness and self consciousness that goes with it. Feeling like a young lady when you are used to being “an old soul” is a delightful feeling. Excitement, which I craved. I want to see the man, how he has changed in 6 months, he’ll have recruited my replacement I am sure. I don’t want to think of anything other than seeing if he was all I thought he was, if there was a connection between us or if the whole thing was my imagination.

Life is good.

It doesn’t need to be more complex than that.

Pray I get better or get what I want.

Grace and Courage

Annetta Mother Smith