haven't written here in a while

so, what, dayana, do you only write here when you're sad or something

i'm sorry blogger, you've always been so good to me and been there for me during those times.  i should let you in and share some of my joy, now.  or more like, peace. 

i think i am starting to find the rhythm to everything: work is not as stressful as it used to be, i'm happy to be busy all the time.  like a productive person.  or is that the robot talking in me?  love and all those feelings are never stressful for me, i just live in a cloud of amazement at where i've been for the past few months.  and of brandon, i dunno.  he means a lot to me

i almost feel though, that sometimes we are at different places.  he's trying to grasp onto the last vestiges of childhood, and i am stepping excitedly into adulthood.  look at me, writing about work on my ~blog~.  i don't know where that will lead us, i don't want to force him to grow up entirely.  such an innocent joy in his soul that struggles against the demands of age, and responsibility, and all these superficial problems like money and employment - keeps him sane but also looking at the past.  wish i could say something sometimes but then i don't.  how sad would that be.

hush hush and just wait it out -- he will come around.