I have an apology to make. 

A couple of years ago I seriously derided a very polyamorous ex for describing his life pattern as becoming a net, an intertwined set of people who would hold him up instead of clinging to a single rope - a sole significant other.  While I am still quite certain the form of polyamory he chooses is not the right thing for me, I suddenly understand completely what he meant.  The recent events in my life defnitely had the potential to end up tragic, but I have such an amazing net of friends who all reached out to catch me that I find myself deliriously happy,loved, and cradled instead.   So, Gray, I'm sorry for being so nasty about this whole concept because you were absolutely right.

The kind of gratitude I've been feeling lately has been almost overwhelming.  I can't think of what I ever did to deserve so much love and care, and regardless, find myself excited to be able to someday return it or love it forward.  I wake up in strange beds in different houses and feel how lucky I am to be there and whisper out thank you to the universe in the middle of the night.  I curl up next to my cuddle friends and breathe their scents and understand the difference between being fortunate in one's affairs and being truly blessed with love and joy and challenge and understand how much I have to be thankful for, every little bit of it.

Things are going well.  I'm still looking for additional work and I have some logistical things I really need to get on top of ... I get distracted by wonderful friends and lovely touches of skin and incredibly comfy beds and captivating conversation and I know I need to be a little more vigilant because I'm not totally out of the woods yet.  I know, though, that this time I did the right thing, and I feel like I can meet any challenge that presents itself and that everything is going to work out and be wonderful for a long, long while.