[grace] give a little bit of [love]

that yoga idea was shortlived by the lure of a spinning class at 6:30. derek. that was his name. britney played - she was bumpin on the speakers. as awesome as spinning was made up to be - i was not that impressed, however, my legs did feel like they were going to separate from my body. however, when he said to increase resistance...i definitely just faked it. hmm...so much for challenging myself. it was great though. i loved bouncing on my little spinning bike. i watched the clock. almost every 5 minutes. time went by so slow, and i was dreaming of cupcakes. that, my friend, is a problem.

drove over to glendale, and ate some yummy daphne's. dessert time. gotta have it. two separate cups please. fine, we can get the pound cake. i mean, we got sinless sweet cream. why not splurge at 10pm at night, after a great workout? ha, self-defeating. spent some time with a good friend and sat in borders. funny, the last few times i have been to a borders, it has been by myself, as my little sanctuary, alone time - this time, i had company. woohoo!

give him a little grace. that's what my cold stone loving friend told me. the other day, father willy said grace is God's love. give him a little of that. or maybe a lot of that. what a thought. while reverse effects are good, some others are really bad. take it away, take it away. don't like the feeling - trying to fight the feeling, but can't do that with matters of the heart. clearly. pray. just pray? really? really. there will come a time...i care a lot. objectively look. you've been in it, and you still are. it makes sense. get out of it. it's time. repair.

lingering in the parking lot till the midnight hour was freeing, and fun, and i loved that i could do that. i loved that i could laugh so late at night, and i loved stupidly flailing up and down. surprisingly, i loved the drive home. i kinda liked being so far from where i live. weird. i have grown an affinity for driving lately. i think gp has brushed off on me.

and here we are. thursday. i turned the page. i shared the thought. mary says, a soul without a mate...is like a vase without flowers. my favorite sri lankan says, the world will always teach us that there's more than one, but the world never did that much good for me. you have to sing it though, to feel the flow. haha the sick flow, if you will. ew, i apologize for referring to him as that. :) my hot korean bartender friend reminded me of our conversation about soul mates. hopeful, hopeful thought.

now i know, my thoughts are higher, my expectations exceed them, and anything less does not exist. not worth my time. smiles and peace on my heart today. i feel it already.