My truth, for today

Today was dissapointing...sad-making really. One of college roomates (4 of us lived together all 4 years) had a wedding shower today (although she eloped 7 months ago) and I learned that although I nevvvver get to see her (or her husband who is home for 2 weeks from Iraq)...they chose to invite another roomate and her friend to a baseball game. did you catch that? They had 2 free tickets and did not invite me...they invited Al and guest. She could bring anyone....and no one picked me. I feel like we're back in high school. Insecure, lonely, unloved by people i love...
so I went to the bookstore (with my lovely hub) and immersed myself in Somerset Studio (a paperart magazine), came home, had tomato soup and read Spilling Open by Sabrina Ward Harrison. It's her art journal from ages 21-23. I love it! I especially liked this quote:

How one lives as a private person is intimately bound into the work. At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend and come out with personal truth. If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self doubt, extravagance of feeling guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity, for action and creation both as human being and as artist, we have to know all we can about each other and we have to be willing to go naked -May Sarton