Stella Got her Groove Back
I'm stealing internet from my cellphone right now, and I'll probably regret it later, but I just gotta lay down some words before I hit the hay. I kind of feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz after she wakes up in her new colorful surroundings. Like I got whipped around in a bad storm and then woke up to a whole new beginning. Minus the whole dreamy hallucination Wicked Witch stuff. I'm full of gratitude. It's ridiculous. I've got some insence on the go, have a couple of grocery items slowly filling up my fridge, Gracie's gnawing on her bone by my side, life is good. It's great. Now that I feel like I've turned a new page in life, moving out on my own like the grown woman I am, it feels as though I will shed all unwanted emotional residue left over from the tougher times I've experienced over the past year or so. Not to sound too dramatic, but yeah the outlook is good. SO GOOD! I've got teapots and cds and mugs all over my counter