I wanted to tell you something. I wanted to tell you that we are out of money. I wanted to tell you that we are limping along, that we are crawling at a snail’s pace, that we’re inching like inch worms. I wanted to tell you that when the stock market crashed, we crashed, too. I wanted to tell you that I am not sure when Peacock Pavilions is opening. But it won’t be March 2009. It will be sometime, sometime after that. I wanted to tell you that I don’t know when it will be. I wanted to tell you that I am disappointed, that I am very disappointed. But I also wanted to tell you that none of it matters; that it’s just money - it’s not more than that. I wanted to tell you that I feel lucky for what I have. I wanted to tell you that I know that there are so many who have nothing, who have had everything taken from them. Including their dignity. I wanted to tell you that I think that this was meant to be. And I am even thankful for it. Because nothing good -- yes, nothing really good -- should ever come too easily. I wanted to tell you that I am okay. I wanted to tell you that I am really okay most of the time. Except for when I am not. But those times are not so many.
PS Many thanks to the gypsygirl for inspiring this post.
