I believe

I believe in good things.
I believe in bad things.
I believe in skirt days and dress days and days that are total wastes of makeup.
I believe in human angels coming along at just the right moment.
I believe in falling stars being signs from passed on loved ones.
I believe my niece and nephew can make almost anything wrong right.
I believe that when all is wrong in the world sometimes you just have to go "home".
I believe that home is where your heart is.
I believe that baby's laughter is a cure-all.
I believe that sometimes that cold breeze on a hot day happens as a sign that you shouldn't give up.
I believe in the power of chocolate.
I believe that love is possible.. even after all that's happened.
I believe you end up exactly where you're supposed to be.
I believe I am home.
I also believe in karma.
And Karma is having a laugh at me.
This time it isn't me looking to move on.
It isnt me asking for understanding and it isnt me who's worrying about the how's and when's.
the shoe is on the other foot this time.
I understand that you must follow the work til you make yourself a spot, a place, a home of your own making.. either personal or professional.

I believe that patience is a virtue of which I do not practice.
Yet, glutton for punishment that I am, I find myself sitting at a CC's coffee house waiting for a new friend.. who has, yes, been in my world.. but is still new enough to be considered an innocent.. at least in my ways.
I believe in what goes around comes around..and this time it's my turn to be understanding, to offer comfort and support.
I just hope I handle the "end" better than what was offered to me.
Perhaps that was the lesson all along.. that the "end" doesnt require yet another wall. That while I harden my heart as a response to other's failings of me and my feelings I shouldnt block myself off or punish others.
I believe I can do a better job of this with positions reversed.

More than anything, I find myself believing in someone who doesn't think me mean or heartless. Who sees and understands.. who appreciates yet doesn't crowd.. who admits his interest clearly and can communicate his frustrations at my lackings.
I believe just when you're ready to jump ... someone offers you a hand.
And who am I to ignore a hand?