I've written a couple of posts and then zapped them. Not sure what to say...

I spent an stupid amount of time being sad. I wrote a lot of crap. I kept thinking I had to live up to what I thought his image of me was. It was easier than doing what he probably really wanted for me - to get into the driver's seat of my own life. So I'm better.

We all make ripples in the pond*. Rick's gone, but the ripples from his having been here are still pretty strong. I'm finding that what I thought I got from him was all surface stuff, and his real legacy goes deeper. I'm more confident in myself, and I can trust that confidence. I'm not just playing louder, I'm living a little louder.   



*Spaw makes bubbles. Whoops -this is a serious thread. I apologize for that.