Friday, February 22, 2008
I had a haiku
already written today
but I threw it out.
Cold showers and jobs
are no longer important.
My boy has come home.
Seriously, that calm that flies in from faraway collegeland landed at 10 tonight, and all is well -- or at least better -- in my world. It just takes that bear hug from a certain young man and the grin that tells me he is as glad to be home as I am to have him home.
Additionally, in light of the continuing crisis in the newspaper business, I had a looooong chat yesterday with my BFF over lattes, trying to figure out what I really wanted to be when I grow up.
When we were done, I had an idea and a plan and a mission -- and the color was back in my face.
Yes, the light at the end of the tunnel may not actually be the oncoming train.
I'm not ready to reveal all yet, but I'm hoping I can wean myself away from the smell of newsprint and ink.
I am scaring the Wonderhubby half to death with this kind of talk, but it scares me more to have nothing to shoot for while my current livelihood circles the drain.