I can't get to sleep at a decent hour this week. Shit, I can barely find time to write. I have a bunch of stuff on the go but never enough time lately to get it out.
First there was NY, then there's been some dating (to be discussed at a later date perhaps, cause...well, I don't have time). Then there was dinner with some girlfriends and errands to run. I have dishes to do, I haven't unpacked my bag, my place is ridiculous, but you know what? This is the life! It is a far cry from the days where I used to be afraid to get in a car, afraid I might be pushed into an oncoming subway, or that I would be murdered in my sleep. I'm not going to complain. Not even when I hear my alarm going off at 6:30 AM. It's Friday tomorrow and I have a weekend of things that make me happy. Friday night I will come home and cook and clean (which always makes things feel new). Saturday I will do pilates and spend the afternoon on Queen West. That evening there will be some drinks, and then on Sunday I will read the paper, meet friends for brunch, go for a run, yoga, and then out for dinner with someone interesting. What's not good about that?