Sunday Morning

A naughty start to the day, I'm missing week three of the Learn to Run group. I knew I was going to miss it last night, tumbling into bed at one a.m., wine and munchies filled after a lovely evening with friends. We're hatching a plan for an art salon house party. It will be fun and will hopefully raise some food for the Food Bank. More on that as the time gets closer.

Still no offers on my place, there have been a few more showings and some queries that make me think people are thinking seriously about it, but none ready to take the plunge as yet. I quite understand, it's a big decision. I'm having my own moments of self-doubt about the whole thing. Wondering if the upheaval is worth it. I know this is part of the process - the yucky part - when you're in between, uncertain about the present and the future, craving certainty. Times like this I wish I had a life-partner's shoulder to lean on, a solid, stable and familiar ground outside of myself to rest.