Saturday Morning...
Hanging out at Margaret's place this morning. She's left for work.
Beautiful day outside, I need to venture out.
Drinking some coffee and listening to some Jerry Garcia Band. Mystery Train is playing...turned it up.

It's hard to cast off baggage from previous relationships. I fear hurt.
Sometimes I worry that I'm going to open my window to her and she'll see something she doesn't like and leave.
I've been trying to remind myself that she is no one but Margaret and that she is unlike anyone else I've known but it's hard not to compare present situations with previos knowledge. I think it's part of the human condidtion.
Live and learn or don't live long.

Once thing I told Margaret was that I didn't really concern myself with who she was in previous relationships and that she had a clean slate and the ability to be who she wanted.
Maybe I need to afford myself that luxury and forget what has occured in my past and face life with new bright eyes.
I certainly would not want to be measured by how I've acted in the past because I feel like a new person on a regular basis.
I don't think we should ignore our skeletons for they are a part of who we are but maybe they are best represented by ghost images on the back wall of our closet and not hanging on the rod in 3D.

You've got a smile so bright, you know you could have been a candle
I'm holding you so tight, you know you could have been a handle
The way you swept me off my feet, you know you could have been a broom
The way you smell so sweet, you know you could have been some perfume