i'm annoyingly huge on quotes, the interpretation of dreams, spiritual stuff and this past weekend apparently - tarot cards. my tarot card reader? a gal holding a can of PBR at a house-warming party. this would normally be a recipe for hilarity and all things non-serious, but at the flip of each card came an explanation that read me like a book. and as generic and vague as it might've been, it told me everything i needed to know in two words: let go.
and who would i be if i didn't leave you with yet another quote? this time, from our childhood friend - winnie (da pooh).
how lucky i am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?