I woke up really slowly this morning. I had a drink or two the night before. Those friends I was talking about, the ones in Seattle that I feel closest to, they are really friends. It's a nice credit to humanity and a gift of hope that our country is really beginning to have change at the core level. Anyway, they came over for a drink at the apartment (which I do love, it is really comfortable) and then we went for dinner and some music at the Seattle Art Museum. At some point we ended up hanging out on the boardwalk in the wind, chill and sprinkles. Those are the moments that I like best... just a few people hanging out talking and connecting. But what was perhaps most appealing to me is that I felt no judgment from any of them. Not for my happiness or sadness... not for my obsessive-ness, stupidity, wit, charm or joy.

I have been pondering that stifling ones feelings doesn't allow you to grow detached from them. I think I have to feel to let go and so I feel many emotions these days. The degree of stress in my life is probably at the greatest it has ever been. In all respects, professionally and personally. I think it's official, I'm simply crazy!

In good news, being back in San Diego always makes me feel slightly more full of life... if only for the sunshine. I like the sun. I like the sun a lot.

I'm dedicating this week to trying to feel some sort of rhythm. I am looking to feel it. It is finding the rhythm that will eventually lead to finding the stira within.