July 27, 2002 ~ Thank You

Thank you. Thank you, all of you, who emailed Morgan and me about this. Your compassion, love, concern, and support for us, two people whom you've never met and may never meet, is humbling and amazing. It is surprising how very much your thoughts for us can help. Both of us are very thankful to know you, even in this tenuous way.

Thank you to everyone who read.

You made me very glad that I put that entry up. I hadn't wanted to. But this journal is a reflection of my life, and that reflection should transmit the bad along with the good, no matter how difficult it is to say.

So thank you.

Footnotes:

weather: Terribly hot.

writing focus: I feel such a sense of accomplishment. My inbox, at the start of the day, had about one hundred and fifty emails in it. It now has about twenty left. I replied to so much email today that my fingers are about to fall off! But it feels so good to see it back down to a manageable number, now. And every single one of those responses was one that I had been aching to write, but never sat down to. (I'm embarrassed to admit that some of them were six months old). I still have a few left to write, of course, but I vow, from this point forward, to never let my email get so far behind again. And I will be better about responding! I love getting email and I love sending email, but I just don't devote enough time to it, or I let it get so backed up that it is terribly daunting. Now that I can see everything in my inbox on one screen, I have even more motivation to keep it that way.

cooking: Last night I made a delicious dinner with lentil pilaf, steamed kale, and beets. Today Morgan made a wonderful marinara sauce from scratch.

search referrals:

mood: Grateful and floored by the compassion and support of others.

online journals:

"besides, i don't really like the white-collared people i have to be in meetings and presentations with. you know who i really like to talk to? the people out in the factory, the people behind the counter in the cafeteria, the people who pick up the trash and vacuum when i'm there at night. i guess i just love their non-cheshire, genuine smiles better."

~ Anna in this entry of Ladiebug Bridge.