finished my paper…had a delightful conversation with an English professor on soccer and globalization…he wrote about “football” but he doesn’t have a favorite team….
picked up Nick Hornby’s “Fever Pitch.” i didn’t get to use it for my paper…but I do like his writing…”About a Boy” was a great book…
listened to Cure’s “Friday, I’m in Love” on my way to school…that put me in a boppin’ mood…anything to stimulate energy. i feel tired. I also feel good.
i think about last Thursday night….I hug that memory close to me when I feel like I can’t survive this week….I’ve been in more stressful situations…but it’s been a while since I’ve put myself through too much work in too little time. Thinking about Thursday night helped.
I remember feeling time stood still when Mark kneeled before me….I remember feeling this bliss wash over me like the waves lapping by our side. It felt like the first time Mark confessed he liked me by the fountain at Ghirardelli square…but better….It felt like that first moment when he leaned into me for a kiss…that rush of hormones and sweetness….but better.
It was better because I knew Mark….I was free of any doubt or insecurities about my body and self. It was better because I knew I could trust him and believe in our future together.
It was better because we love each other and it felt so natural.
Ok…back to work.