Semi-Daily Scribbles

I had let slip to a friend that I wasn't sure what the last three years were supposed to have meant. It was a moment in which I lost focus, forgot my usual good humor, and equally good sense. The fact that I made a friend is all the meaning one need give to the passage of time. Weak, weak I was, and enjoying the bitter flavor of self-pity. Today is another chance to make it right. Today I'll get back to laughing. I'm happy and grateful for the lessons that have come my way. No time for regrets now. The task at hand is ready to take flight.