You won't see me surrender

For me, summer means weddings, grad parties, hiking, art fairs, random small-town-like festivals, road trips and the boardwalk. Between Friday and Monday I will be doing all of these things, as long as I hit the boardwalk at some point. I'm thinking of calling it my summer vacation.

I was talking with a friend last night about how depressed she has been lately. Yet another vibrant young woman slowly crumbling under the pressure of life. While she was sitting on one side of me, a very pregnant friend was on the other. Me in the middle. While sympathetically listening to the first, the second grabbed my hand to feel the baby moving. I'm thinking of holing myself in my bedroom with the Feminine Mystique and ignoring the world for awhile.

Perhaps I should start telling people that I am in the business of construction. Only, instead of buildings, I build up women, stop them from crumbling. And in the process I too am standing tall.