squish squish goes my shoes

it started rainy today, so I wore sneakers.

I never wear sneakers, always flip-flops.

the cheap, "plastic" kind (so says my boss who has now forbade them...and my cute jean skirt which is the farthest thing from short)

well it warmed up and I walked through the grass and wished I could feel it (I love freshly-rained grass).

This is why I always wear flip-flops, so the grass is right at my feet whenever I need it.

And boy do I need it.

The title of my current favorite diary says 'just relax'....

'breathe' has become my mantra

(not the Faith Hill song but the actual action of taking in and letting out air)

If I don't, I've been told by family and Dr.s alike, my heart will keep squishing.

Which I'm really not prepared to deal with...

I just want squishy grass under my feet and a non-squishy heart.

Is that too much to ask in the weeks preceding graduation?

- on 2004-04-26 at 8:26 p.m.

wilted - blooming