Peace

Another gray Friday in LACA. Where has the sun gone? Lisa comes in tonight and we're going to do it up big. Lester will be in town as well. I can't wait. We'll probably stick to the westside tonight and then hit Hollywood tomorrow. Who knows. All I know is that I LOVE my friends and I can't wait to see them!

Happy! This is such a great time of year. I have so much to be thankful for this year. I'm alive, aren't I? I can get up in the morning and walk and breath on my own. I have a great job (well, that depends on the day, but you know what I mean). It's challenging, I can say that. I can afford to travel and do interesting things, take my writing class, enjoy nice dinners. I have a family who loves me and supports me, friends who are like family (I would do anything for my friends; I just love them so much). I've lucked out to have quirky, fun neighbors and it seems like every day I meet another person, another face to know in Brentwood, someone else to run into on San Vicente and along Wilshire. I'm living in this cool hybrid of city meets ocean, this strange place where you put on flip flops to go out to a steak dinner, wear uggs in summer, wake up each morning to feel the cool air coming through your window. I'm grateful that I've reconnected with old friends here, who I once thought were lost, but I suppose they never were. But I look at their faces when we laugh together and I think to myself -- and told them, too -- "You make me feel like I'm at home." I'm lucky because I know who I am at the core of me, and I am so much at peace with that.

In fact, I suppose there's no other way to describe how I am feeling right now in life other than PEACE. I know this is where I should be, and I know who I am. It doesn't matter that I don't know where I am going because I'll find my way, just like I've always done.