Do you ever have one of those days where everything you say is the wrong thing, and then you compound it by reacting the wrong way to everything everyone else says?

No?

That doesn’t sound familiar?

Whew. You’re lucky.

One of these years, I’ll learn to be sage, and I’ll learn restraint, and I’ll learn to leave some mystery, and I’ll learn a bit of finesse.

But until then, I’ll just continue to bludgeon my way through conversations and make the best of it.

And gush, when it occurs to me.

And express love, when I feel it.

And hang on to strong opinions, when I have them.

And be open, when I can’t help it.

And get mad, if that’s what’s needed.

And refuse to give advice about other women, just because that never goes well.

It might make life a little more interesting than it needs to be at times, but a little bit of awkward never killed anyone.

Right?

The rain stopped. I can’t even tell you how exciting this is.

So we went out to celebrate.

Here are a couple of random shots from my camera phone when we were out and about…

The view off the Lion’s Gate Bridge:

A blurry shot of English Bay going by:

When the sun went down, the stars came out, and seriously… I felt reborn.

I have a thing about stars. Nothing to do with them telling me how to run my life, but everything to do with how they fill up my eyes to the brim.

Then I was distracted from stargazing when a woman on the radio called in to dedicate a song to the woodpecker she’d rescued earlier that day.

Apparently, his name was Sammy.

And he wanted to hear Faith Hill’s “Breathe.”

So they played it.

I think the weather has left us all a little insane, don’t you?