The Beloved Gift of SoCks

Thank you.
                     I love you.
                                                                                           You matter.
                                You make my life easier.                                                   I care about you.
                                                                                   I admire you.                                                  
  I'm sorry.
         I forgive you.
                                               I'm proud of you.
                                                                                                                               You are my friend.
                                        I'm just thinking about you, and wanted you to know.

Eureka!

It would appear I'm overdue for a post, again.  This blog hasn't exactly been on my New Year's resolution list . . .  well it wouldn't be, even if I did keep a new years resolution list.  Which I don't.  Though now I wonder, if I kept a list, would this blog be on it?  Would seem kinda lame not to have my own blog on my New Year's resolution list.  I could ponder that further, but perhaps that SoCk is meant for another day.

Where was I?  Oh yes . . . I hadn't even gotten started yet.  

Technically I have started, as I do have a topic for today's post.  Gold star for my forehead! --> * 

This Sock Hasn't Met Its Match!

So, a friend of mine offered a suggestion for me to write a post without changing the autocorrect feature of my phone.  This could lead to some crazy consequences . . . but okay, then!  Here we go . . .

A Sock With, Perhaps, A Custom Fit

My Dear, Young Friend;

Having experienced being a dear, young friend myself, my Empath's Heart truly feels for you.  I witness your struggles, and connect them with memories of my own.  I know it is scary to be out on your own, old enough to forge your way out into the world, but still too young to have any idea what you're doing.  It's a crazy time of life, when it feels as though the world is holding it's breath while watching you, waiting to see what choices you make - and what mistakes.

Mental Meanderings On Emotion: Love

Love is a curious thing. 

                                  I know of nothing so complex

and yet that happens so naturally - 

sometimes so quickly we had no idea it was coming - 

and yet has such an impact on the lives of humankind.