So I met up with an old friend of mine yesterday for dinner. We recently "reconnected" first via facebook, and then face to face at an unofficial reunion of old friends a few weeks back. Not only was it amazing to actually meet a friend for dinner. I mean me?? A friend?!? *Squeal!* But she's also doing some pretty incredibly things in her life right now. When I say pretty incredible I mean people should be firing off fireworks or some shit, that's how incredible it is. She's making changes. HUGE changes. Life saving and life fueling changes. In short, it's pretty fucking awesome!

And she's at that most inspirational stage of transformation...that time where she's steps out of the water, but she's still keenly aware what it's like being wet. I guess that's what we refer to as consciousness, and hey, consciousness is an admirable quality. But for people who have lived an entire life unconscious...sometimes even intentionally unconscious. I think this being consious business takes on a whole new dimension. And she's rocking it, and I'm super proud of her. And very inspired.

So anyhow, one of the things she talked about was how her blog helped her. That sometimes just doing and thinking was complicated, so putting pen to paper (er, fingers to keyboard) helped create calm in what seemed like a scrambled mess. Scrambled mess...ah yes, that describes my mind to a T. But that these life changes she wanted to make caused her scrambled mess to become a scrambled and splattered mess!! Yup, the it's gonna get worse before it gets better bullshit. That's usually where I throw in the towel. But she trudged on. Feeling it, experiencing it...probably hating it. But facing it. Usually at this point I would have had my hands over my ears going "LALALALALA!!" But the good news in all of this, is she had done all of those things too...then she didn't. Hope.

So here I am this morning. Thankful for dinner with a friend...amazed how the right people just seem to fall into your life at the perfect time. Writing a blog to unfuck my mind...or at least to see my fucked-up-ness in a clearer light. And with hope.