i'm one to talk

flying to another city and back within 8 hours reminds me of a crazy fun gambling binge in seattle except today it was to hoonah and it was for work. i helped our coordinator there at her bowl for kids sake by doing all the accounting & registration in addition to emceeing the last session. what's kind of nuts is that this is our first year ever doing bowl for kids sake in yakutat, i'm in charge of finding sponsors and recruiting some team captains, and on the actual day of the event, no one else is flying with me to help. ack. i'm flying there next week for 3 days to do some prep. the week after that should have been vegas, but if i know juneau, then i'm pretty sure we all know what happened with that.

jack has it easy. all work and no play just makes him a dull boy. all work and no play makes val a sad girl who thinks about things buried and gone.

sometimes your hand is held in a way that is so perfect that even if you don't believe in soulmates, you can concede that at the very least maybe hands have them. sometimes your heart is a taut cord stetched thin and tight like a tripwire. there are moments when you just want to lay bereft on the carpet and wonder why they had to say the words so soon. sometimes you don't say anything because it will reveal too much or not enough of the things exploding inside of you and then that silence drifts into the world of things that could have been different. sometimes you feel like an atom splitting apart right there in the middle of your living room and perhaps pangea was only a nice idea.

sometimes you just have to make the right decisions, even when they hurt and are difficult. especially when they are difficult.

“You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?” -j.w.