coulda shoulda woulda

Was gonna start this post this morning with something along the lines of feeling ungrateful as a motherfuck. Disgusted with myself. Not even paying attention to my worth. What value? Feeling depressed & not doing anything about it. I thought it was going to be one of those days. That I haven't had since September maybe. But I wrote a love letter. Mailed it. Found myself smiling & feeling really good. Went back to my old home & slept some. Escaped the breakdown once again, perhaps. Then I dreamt of Love. & then I woke up to him. It's really happening for me. The universe got me & truly been lookin' out for me. Every one/thing is where it/they should be. Patience. I'm getting better at this patience thing. :-)