Falling Out of Bed

My tummy's been in knots all day. Not bad knots, good knots. Nothing has changed but I have. I'm showing my spots now and I like it. I can laugh at myself when I do something stupid, like falling off my bed... and even though I'm embarrassed, it's an "oh well, I'm human" feeling that prevails.

Had a bunch of my girls over last night for dinner. Laughing was nearly non-stop and I really began to feel myself just being simply me, not trying for anything in particular. At some point I told a good old friend of mine that since the twenties are almost over, it's kind of nice because I'm back to being me... the girl I was when I first met her. I'm not trying to be anything in particular and I've got my heart back. Just slightly wiser and able to see different sides to the same coin.

I love those girls. And I look forward to more nights with them in the months and years to come. Maybe one day, too... the neighbor will be more of an actual fixture not just a pleasant surprise who shows up at the end of the evening. Cute as could be though... could have been happier with him in the light of my teeny, tiny Christmas tree.