The bestest women.

I didn't want to hang up the phone. I hung on to their every word.

They never force me to feel anything other than what I am feeling at the moment. They'll let me cry, and then cry along with me. They'll make me laugh, but only when I am ready to. They'll call me out on my bullshit, even when I am too proud or stubborn to realize that I am lying to myself.

They are the bestest women, my mother and my best friend. I'm the luckiest.

Dancing queen, prancing into Spring.

It's been a long week of writing, editing, court filings, and application deadlines looming over my head -- and a series of unfortunate events last night! -- but I am so ready to show some skin, and don my dancing shoes this weekend!

Here's to hoping Mother Nature cheers up and stops crying soon. A night out with my favorite ladies, a girly sleepover, Sunday brunch, and potential Oscar-viewing; lots of laughs to be had and stories to be told, I'm sure of it.

Can. Not. Wait. Happy Friday!

Traveling Thursday: The land of the gods.

Today, I am dreaming of Greece.

Writing on Wednesdays.

I have a couple of deadlines coming up that require me to write rather extensively -- and, yet, here I am, procrastinating, writing on my blog instead, as an excuse to get the creative juices flowing. I definitely have my priorities straight, don't I?

Considering my writing group meets on Wednesdays, I only see it fit that I dedicate this day to writing. I write regularly -- for work, and for professional and entrepreneurial blogs as well -- but I have not written something personal or poignant in a while. I am tempted to blame it on lack of time, but perhaps the truth rests more between a lack of confidence in my writing abilities, and a lack of want to share.

First personal writing project: a handwritten letter to Manfriend, while he is traveling on business. He gifted me a box of love letters, written by famous names such as Beethoven and Napoleon to their amours, this past Valentine's Day. I'll consider that my inspiration to leave behind a written (physical, versus digital) legacy.

More than words.

"Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact."

- Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

I've (nicely) requested Manfriend that he serenade me at our wedding. I can't sing, though, he protested. But then I heard him quietly, almost inaudibly, hum the words to one of my favorite songs when it came on the radio a few minutes later.

Everything is nothing until someone gives it a meaning.