Worry Schmurry

It's been pointed out to me that I worry too much. Too often. Perhaps I do. Yet I find in myself that I am worrying about those things that affect me. I no longer worry about dinner burning, or chopping up a utensil in the garbage disposal. These, are little things. However, worrying about what will become of me and my daughter seems a solid worry. Something I should be thinking about. Nevertheless, worry I do. Worry I will until I have no reason to. On another note, I have been talking to the Eagle more and more. I quite enjoy our conversations and find myself looking forward to them. It is as if weight lifts from my shoulders simply speaking with him. Ok, you all can laugh, shake your heads and pick on me for that, but fact of the matter is, I enjoy talking to him. Being around him. I feel normal again. Beautiful. Intelligent. I'm not just the invisable mom. He makes me feel wonderful. A feeling no one can laugh at. I can honestly say in this, I am not confused. No, I don't know what will happen. But I do know that right now, I am enjoying what has come my way.