I am missing a part of myself. The part I am missing is not spiritual or to be seen as a metaphor. I am literally missing a piece of myself; it's in a lab. A piece of my flesh, darker than the rest, and atypical of me. So, now that I have a divot in my arm, I am waiting for the test results to return. I have a week to wait while the lab techs looks for melonoma or cancer cells . I'm a little nervous and my arm hurts a little bit.
I ordered my ticket for my trip in November. I am so nervous. I hope this works out. I've never been on a vacation without my parents. Though, they did want to drive eight hours just to take me to the airport and pick me up from the airport. I guess they aren't sure I can trust others to get me there? That or they aren't ready to let go. I think it's more the latter.
I also want to take a trip to visit some friends in South Dakota. I haven't seen them in a long time and they are going to be dedicating a library on the campus that one of them works at. I mean, a library!!! :) How great does it get? It gets even greater! Bill Clinton is supposed to be there. Ah hell, I'm in a love with this trip idea already. :)
I also want to head out to Minneapolis for a weekend or two before winter decides to sit on us and not let us breathe. I haven't done that yet and I am not sure why. I guess it seemed like such a big deal to me before. Now, it's just three-fours hours of driving time and gas money that I need to have, not the courage to take on the world and tackle seven phobias in one ride.
I want to get back in politics. Maybe I'll never be super involved and be at the hub of things, but I would like to feel as if I am making a contribution to something I believe in. So, I am going to email my local Democrats and tell them I can help.
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