A wise friend tells me, often, that "It Takes Time". All good things take time, they take time to make and time to break, but time is a must. So I sigh, knowing she is right (she usually is) and wait for time to pass. Suddenly I look back and find it's been two months, and I feel a little better. More alive, ready for a new adventure, new meetings and places. I'm just not sure which direction to go from here, so I wait just a little longer.