A Dozen Yellow Daisies

One of the best pieces of advice (why do they call them pieces anyway?) I ever got is very simple-learn how to take a break.I am just really not good at that.I have missed you. Honestly.I immerse myself completely in the things that seem critical at the moment, but there is a tiny, tiny bit of me that doesn't seem to forget about writing...being here, talking to you-telling you about the stale sandwich I ate for lunch, 5 o'clock traffic and my passionate views on nail polish.The last few months have been hard, I've been a bit of a mobile train wreck. Tell your children (if you have any) to be careful, to watch out for the self destruct button. Because it is not so much what other people do to us as it is what we do to ourselves. Sometimes you break your own heart.It is almost November now, my hair is messy; outside,the leaves have changed colors and the temperatures have dropped enough to warrant apple cider. Inside of me, the waves lap gently at the shore each time taking a few grains of yesterday's sand.On my desk sit a dozen yellow daisies.