tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44063026585318448672011-04-21T13:07:39.759-07:00I love to write - create and connect meaning or layers of meanings - from thoughts, observations, queries, feelings, intuitions that I have whether conscious or unintentional. Only through the sometimes arduous processes of my writings that I find more understanding and appreciation of what LIFE really is.diamondgirlnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4406302658531844867.post-27535368159103407722007-02-17T03:32:00.000-08:002007-02-17T04:04:53.568-08:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Today, I felt an overwhelming urge to just let go - of bottled feelings which have been simmering in days past. I just started a new desk job, toiling grueling hours in swing shift. Also, I just met someone interesting and down-to-earth. I rarely dated in the the last two years. And meeting him, a dashing Englishman, really piqued my curiosity. Not a day had gone by that I never thought of him. I would be driving in my car, or sitting in my training classes and suddenly reveries of us together in the last few days interrupt my otherwise pre-occupied self. I'd like to elaborate more on this but the need for sleep has now overtaken me. Sweet dreams, Amy. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4406302658531844867-2753536815910340772?l=writersmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>diamondgirlnoreply@blogger.com0