in the juggling of a million things, i'm learning that some things fall through the cracks. this wasn't a problem before my ocd spontaneously cured itself almost 2 years ago. but now. oh, but now…
how to judge which things matter most? my cats miss me. they talk to me more now, when i'm home. and that isn't often. i'm out doing worthwhile things. i performed a heartwarming show. i helped decorate an art gallery. i cooked and baked and made people smile. i signed up for another international spay/neuter project. i connected with old friends and went to the beach to connect with the world at large. and i sat around dinking on the internet for a while too… bittersweet musings, but i feel like i'm going somewhere.
