Loves: Family. Bradley & Albie (my dogs). Wine (and cheese). Nintendo. Adam. Girl dates. Celebrity gossip. Starbucks Skinny Hazlenut lattes. Interior design. Creme brulee. Clam chowder bread bowls. Cocktails. Shopping. Food. Dancing. Laughing. Performances. Harry Potter. Office supplies. White shirts/Blue Jeans/Rainbow Sandals. Oaklog. Scattergories. San Francisco (and the bay area in general). Passion. Palos Verdes. Flickr.
Hates: Incompetence. Ignorance. Impatience. Miscommunication. Poor etiquette. Tomatoes. Knowing that somewhere out there there are people who either hate me or are ambivalent about my existence. Mustard.
Wants: New Tattoos. Happiness and Success in life. Reconcile lost friendships. Heal old wounds. Own a house in the Marina/on The Strand. To have Amy back.
A year later and it still stings like yesterday...
Birth is a beginning
And death a destination
And life is a journey:
From childhood to maturity
And youth to age;
From innocence to awareness
And ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion
And then, perhaps to wisdom;
From weakness to strength
Or strength to weakness--
And often, back again;
From health to sickness
And back, we pray, to health again;
From offense to forgiveness,
From loneliness to love,
From joy to gratitude,
From pain to compassion,
And grief to understanding--
From fear to faith;
From defeat to defeat to defeat--
Until, looking backward or ahead,
We see that victory lies
Not at some high place along the way,
But in having made the journey, stage by stage,
A sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning.