This is my chubby nephew Pete, my best friend's cat. The dude weighs over 17 pounds. SEVENTEEN POUNDS. As I was nervously pointing my camera up at him and I have to say I was admiring his agility since that is a pretty high shelf/doorway/what have you. He seemed pretty comfortable up there; I understand that cats like heights. But really, I was very happy to see him get down from there.
While spending time with a dear friend tonight, I had a revelation. For so many years, I thought that I had little to offer anyone but now with hard work I have realized that when I love, that can be enough.
I love to write. I admit though, that I am nothing but a casual writer. My most recent blog, Welcome Home, Cancer. , is written off the cuff. I don't put a lot of energy into crafting each post because I want it to be more like a journal. So there it is for you, warts and all. I'm not happy about cancer, but I'm making the best of it. I'm learning to just let things wash over me and move on. That blog is an excercise in letting go. Relax, Catherine.