I'm falling in love. I'm also having an existential crisis about my survival on the planet. AND I just started Netflix (am watching the fourth season of the "The Sopranos" as I type...experiencing belated sadness at Christopher's heroin addiction). Because it's hard for me to know what my truth is, let alone share it with anyone (especially the whole entire world) I have been encouraged to write my true feelings by my boyfriend. Lucky for him, the truth is that I'm falling in love (with him).

While it's scary, I'm not even going to begin with the "what ifs..." cuz they always ends with "...and then I'll be left all alone to forage for food without enough money to dye my graying hair." Because I'm too tired to start in on that fear spiral, I'm going to bank on the positive feeling I have about being able to call someone my soul mate. I'll leave the question of how we're going to pay for the SAT tutors for our kids for a later date (probably tomorrow).

Just for today, I'm grateful to be falling in love.