Hey mj,

I just wanted to add that we are our own worst critics, and we can be so terribly hard on ourselves.

What I remember about you, and always will, is how quickly you befriended me here. You show support and caring, and you shoot straight from the hip when you know I need it. I know when I hear from you, there will be a lot of love behind your words. A horrible, awful person wouldn't care about what happens to me, or any of the others here. You have my love and admiration for what you do for others, and for what you've done for yourself.

Rather than getting upset when I feel the way you describe here, I try to look at myself as a work in progress. It helps to think that someday I'll arrive. I think about you like an unfinished symphony. Not quite done yet, but the music is very beautiful.

Thanks for being a good friend.

xxoo,
bp

I will sail my vessel,
Til the river runs dry,
Like a bird upon the wind,
These waters are my sky,
I'll never reach my destination,
If I never try,
So I will sail my vessel,
Til the river runs dry.