So, I was doing pretty well managing my emotions. I kept telling people that I had processed a lot of my grieving over Tejan's departure back in January - when we were so close to saying goodbye... and so that must be why I wasn't feeling overly emotional about it this time around. I hadn't shed any tears. Hadn't choked up in that strange, overwhelming way where I feel like my whole head is filling up with fluid and my throat is so constricted I'm just sure I'm going to die. Nope. I was doing just fine. And then I went out to dinner with some girlfriends. And while I was a little socially inept because I'm a kind of overwhelmed and not really wanting to talk too much lately (perhaps in subconscious fear that I might touch on a nerve that would cause my aforementioned steely resolve to crumble) I thought I got through the evening fairly well. I didn't tear up - or need tissue for any fluids defiantly leaking from my facial orifices... until I made the a...
Whoa, that was a scary thing to find looking at me when I brought up your blog...
ReplyDeleteHad to take a second look --
It's definitely different.
Love you,
Wow, that is so wonderful Cathy! I can't believe it's your first attempt at collage. I love it!
ReplyDeleteWish I could come and take your class!
M~
THIS is freakin' A D O R A B L E A!
ReplyDeleteOK I'm getting used to it now.
ReplyDeleteIt is rather cute.