February 19, 2010
I am feeling the need to write today. There is an entry from one of my favorites that I really should answer. I'm perfect for it, simply because I have spent the majority of the past year doing the very things that she questioned. If I had my druthers, I'd find a nice coffee shop here in Norfolk -- preferably on the water somewhere -- and watch the world go by as I wrote my response. I'd observe, I'd think and I would mull over things as I sipped coffee all day long. I'd compose my response and in doing so confess to some of egregious sins. I've been wanting to do it and I know it would be good for me, even with the tears I presume would come with it.
Instead, I get to spend the day with the pseudo family that I never asked for and at one time dreaded more than anything. They weren't the dream that I held and continue to hold in my heart & soul. I can still see the little girl with dark, curly hair, light olive skin, my green eyes, and her mother's dazzling smile. Nothing like being haunted by a ghost that doesn't exist. The what-might-have-beens have always been my downfall.
Pictures from Virginia Beach, VA. It was cold and blustery, but beautiful nonetheless.