April 17, 2004
I tell myself I can hold on for the consulting gig. That it will happen, Leslie has great plans that are coming to fruition. And when it happens, I will have a real life again. But haven't I been promising myself that very thing for years now? That I only need to do this or that thing and life will be better? Between the house and Geoffrey, do I not have a good life, if not exactly the time to truly savor it? Have I forgotten (again) to honestly value and appreciate the things and the life that I am living?