CRog

I just met a friend I made two years ago. Its weird. You create a blog as a personal outlet to explore what ever it is you currently need to exercise and then you realize that your exploration has no beginning or end. You are compelled to keep going, you believe that quitting is for quitters and you worry about what they will think if you really say what you feel and mean.

I met Jez Procter via the internet. He read something on my blog about the surf hotel that inspired him. He has since provided me with an arm to rest upon, not one in physical form, but one in the iconic since as in the American Woman of WWII who told us all, “You can do it”

You can work while your man’s at war.

You can dance while your heart lifts out of your body.

You can be just you.

We are following a model that’s been put into place for reasons most of us don’t an·a·lyze and by people who’s concerns are not ours.

I have the luxury of recently becoming a mother. I have been reborn. There will never be a day, and every day is the day.

I would say to those of us who are friends not because of what we can say but because of what we can hear, to not forget yourself in the intricacies of thought and its by-product, pride.

Its in all of us. That’s why you love it.

The moment you compare your self to another is the moment you’ve lost because you can never be that other, so just be you.

or… “If you want to be me, be me. And if you want to be you be you. If you want to be high, be high. And if you want to be low, be low.”