my dear isabelle

I have been remiss, my friend. I will write you an email in the next 48 hours, for sure. You see, when I am so low I can't look myself in the eye, I avoid everyone, and then when I am okay, I'm out there doing everything I can find to do and I can't convince myself to sit down and type on a computer. Even now, I find myself drawn toward the sun coming in through the window and I want to leap out of my chair and run to embrace it.
I am sorry, though. I will be better at this.
As far as the rest of you go, I hope you are enjoying the sun and not allowing yourself to be too heavily burdened by the expectations we all put on ourselves and then feel guilty about not meeting.
And don't even get me started about fear.
Life is supposed to feel good. Nobody said that doesn't take work.
I'm fine, how are you?