“When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on–series polygamy–until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.” ~ Tom Robbins
Yeah, I’m in a rare state this morning, and I find I have nearly run out of time for writing. Silly me. Part of the delay is from getting caught up in political news. I really dislike missing a day of blogging so I am offering a brief entry, even though I have little time. There was some fairly heavy rain last night, which lulled me to sleep, much later than I usually go to sleep. Rosie the cat had climbed up to lay on my chest. I was lucky and I fell right asleep. I’m enjoying the change in weather as well. Summer got to be too much, and then it changed in an instant. These kinds of changes are a comfort at this time when I feel trepidation about personal changes that are clearly on the horizon. I am not optimistic, nor am I the opposite; more curious than anything. Think I will leave it at that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.