Something about the fallish weather this morning seemed to really permeate my day and turn my disposition into that of a cranky old woman. What's up with this? I usually like this somewhat nostaligic/crisp falls in Boston/missing college/east coast NYC blues into the exhilaration of halloween feeling but this year it's clearly different. It's because of my broken heart. There. I said it. And so with the first of October (already?!) comes my all -too-aware awakening to the passage of time. Of all things.Not just him. But especially sometimes him.
I emailed habitat about local volunteer opportunities because when I phone no human picks up.
Argh. Some bodies are letting that ball drop. I know I wanna be more involved with children in Bawana anyways. My greatest plan is to have my own rip roaring single camera comedy, make loads of money, buy my parents that beach house they always wanted, then create housing for everyone in Bawana who wants it. Create singing, dancing, writing, photography courses for the children and teens in Bawana.....opportunities upon opportunities. Effect real change. And on the way have a damn good time. I know this is meant for me. If I could just relax in the meantime and remember to enjoy the ride............
Namaste,
JB
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