My therapist's take on the dream is that it's the same old guy in new packaging. He still acts consistently and hasn't changed.
A few friends have called up concerned about my well being on Friday, the day of their vows/reception. It's easy for me to lambaste ex for the scant time he spends with the kids. However, I'm beginning to sound like a rusty wheel. It's time to STOP talking about him once and for all. Describing his actions keeps me in the past where I keep a level of simmering anger. Not good.
The past two weeks my mom has been in Manhattan. I spent a few days in NYC visiting.. we went to a show and a spectacular new walkway down in lower Manhattan called High Line. Some creative minds decided to take abandoned elevated railways and make a promenade. Vestiges of the original tracks appear amidst the scattered wild grasses, peeking flowers and discretely planted blooms while walking down a wide walkway with wrought iron fences keeping the wary from plummeting down three stories.
The azure color of the river peeks between the lower buildings, the sounds of traffic muffled. Atop the line a feeling of openness and freedom builds. I loved it.. and it's so hard to describe. At this point there's only three access points, one at each end, and an elevator for the 18 block stroll. Getting there and wandering to the end is half the joy.
