Saturday, February 07, 2009

pretty painted nails.

met the netballers tonight at clarke quay, where we talked and laughed.
we also finally settled for sure, how far each of us had went.

i feel weird, recalling this earlier evening where i divulged events that i have since come to regard as having happened in a past life. not past life as in the reincarnation sense (seeing how i believe myself very much in this same life and have been for the past 22 years), but past life in that a life i've turned my back on, and walked purposefully away.

so maybe i went to so many bases. and maybe i still did even recently. but if i've given up the batting life, does that mean my past sins still count? (not, that they were considered as such by the others.)
i don't think they do, seeing how the promise of a turning away, is a slate counted clean. and i know and can feel the change. my lifesong now sings it higher, better, brighter.

maybe what i'm feeling is discomfort. spilling details, even basic information, felt horridly distasteful. i kind of felt like i was gossiping over someone else. it really didn't feel nice.

well anyway i'm really tired. if i can recall any other points i'll come back and edit this.

//edited.
oh i remember now. i wanted to wonder aloud, if i should drop away and move off. but i don't think i should.