is so easy... happy go rucky...

Hmm...

What a full couple of weeks its been. I've come full circle on a lot of things, but this time around I'm feeling much better, thank you. I miss Sara, but that's sort of a given at this stage. And the time looms closer when I can go back to Connecticut and see her.

And in the meantime...

Imbolc has come and gone and I am one step closer to Beltaine and my half of the year. Closer to a time when I feel alive, as opposed to a dead 6 months I must limp through. ~ I hate the winter, in Lexington... ~ And Evanston, too, for that matter.

The Gamer in my soul is happy and well fed (5 games, no less) and my creativity is returning. I am roughly one third of the way done with a mask of my own devising, thanks to Blue Guys intrepid help. And I am plotting a Changeling chronicle... which is something that feels like home, and always has.

Its not the same rush it was in high school. I no longer overflow with bad poetry, for one thing. But such is life - the creativity of my college years appears to be more refined, mature even. And if there's much less of it, I can live with that. Hubba hubba zoot zoot.

I do miss Sara, tho'. Beautiful ache in my side, particularly when I sleep... Whi-i-ine...