I wish to stumble upon my inner wise woman. to be really comfortable with my own self.. sometimes I am.. sometimes I'm not.. I stumble.. and if I fall.. I get up.. and stumble some more..
[not even sure if this is remotely considered stumbling towards ecstasy.. but when I looked up tonight and saw St. Rita.. I knew I had to put her here tonight..why? Patron Saint of impossible cases]
my son has gone home and I am sad.