Feb. 25, 2003 - 11:25 a.m.
Sometimes it doesn't take all that much.
I spent probably close to two hours on the phone last night, and I hate talking on the phone, but this particular conversation was fascinating. Nothing earth-shattering was said, but sometimes all you need is to hear the voice of a friend to feel as if you're back home once again.
This weekend was just what I needed to recharge my batteries. I feel wonderful and fulfilled and motivated, and the cynical part of me whispers that I must be possessed.
I've had goosebumps all over my body since I got out of bed this morning. It's that same feeling I have right before a storm.
Something is around the corner to shake things up.
I feel all young and beautiful and appreciated.
And all because a dear friend took the time to say, "You are so special to me and I love you."
That's why I have this big grin on my face.
