11-1-05 Confidence

Funny how just when you think that you have it, you figure out that it was not your own doing. You ran with scissors again. Disinfect, Put on a Bandaid, Refocus and get back to work. Remember the great feeling and try to bring it back so that you can feel it. Recreate that great aura that was like a warm, fuzzy, soft bubble that you were floating in for a while or two.
Practicality is good.
Honesty is way good.
Being real cannot compare to anything else if you know what real is. It would be great if someone else could tell you so that you would know the difference between reality and your dreams and desires (mine always blur). But that would be their reality and not yours. Reality is subjective it seems.
Blogging twice in a day...how is that?
I blog more when I am not so happy. The same with my journal. Why don't I do the happy? Write it down so that I can call it up when I need it? Too busy being happy? Maybe.
So, Cinderella has a dress and everything is falling together and a few things apart but nothing a little tape can't fix. If only she could grab confidence by the horns and hold on for dear life. (Can you picture here a Prom queen bull riding in her formal dress?). I still have a little humor left.