Day 301

October 28, 2022

Welcome back Friday.

The winter birds are truly returning home.  The were white buffleheads in the canal today and wood ducks galore in the rookery.  

I made it through a week of in the pool 5 mornings straight.  I loved it.  It's worth it, but I have to plan my 11 to 1 to be more constructive.  I didn't really come to life until about 3 everyday, but I could have gotten more done just after swimming. 

I did write some poetry and I am thinking about a couple of stories to write.  My brain is beginning to come back after a short dormant spell.   

My brother mentioned his one true love today and I realized I didn't have one.  I realized I was mystified by the idea of one true love.  Now I'm not mystified by the idea of a soul mate or a forever friend, but I am by the idea of one true love.  I think I've had several.  

My first one, the father of my only biological child was a true love, a true love from my teen years that took up room far beyond its value, but it was so.  There have been other loves, there are other loves, I love several people at this point and together they fulfill an awful lot of me.  Would I have given them all up for just one?  No.  I am grateful for the enormity of love in my life.

I did go out and write tonight, first at the rookery and then at the Wagon Wheel for an early dinner.  It was nice to spend some time alone in my own head.

Then I stopped by Charmae's open house in her new studio, I want a studio.  It's great that she's taken this step.  Yay.