breathe

just breathe.
the entire issue is that of analysis.
if i stop analyzing, then all will be well. not to say that it isn't well now, however, it is available to be 'more well' if and when i stop thinking about it. whatever 'it' is at the moment.
i'm so excited to go home. i can't wait to have coffee at the Orange Cat again. i feel good there.
i feel great there. i feel open there. i need a place like that here. i have been to the Pittsboro General Store a couple times, but i haven't had 'that' feeling there. yet.
http://www.generalstorecafe.com/home.html
the asparagus quiche was pretty good, the chicken soup that Ethan had was great.

i miss my best friend. *sigh*

i am so excited about going to the orthodontist. i have wanted a straight set for sooooo long. perhaps i'll have one soon. then i'll definately smile soooo much more. i smiled a lot today, the way i walked was smiley. my hair moved with a smile. it's getting long. i'm loving it.
i want braids and pigtails and ponytails and pretty hair.

i may have walked into (or been led into) a nice opportunity. the local autism society group needs a president. the woman i've been asking about meetings is going to get me some info and a 'job' description. this could be very cool. i hope i don't chicken out. i have quite a beak.

dermatologist called. baby mole was fine. i was a little nervous. but now i'm not. not about moles anyways.

where do phobias come from? can i make myself phobic about something? i realize i could just go google it, but i sometimes like to wonder. does that make me wonderful? hee hee. kidding.